coelophysis
Bluelight Crew
This is about being faithful towards whatever it is you love in life 
I can stare into the sky and fly through it under the right conditions.
The clouds are the jelly that hold me in, and they tell beautiful angelic stories that pulse through me.. That we’re all part of.
Then I stare down as far as I can at the sand at the beach,
all the tiny grains.. That we’re all part of. I stare at the ocean, the vastness,
you can see out until you don’t know how far you’re seeing out,
just however far they tell you.
I go through the town and don’t let any of it get me, I stroll through, blissfully.
I stare at the churches and know my mind transcends further than such establishments.
And I think your name. And all that comes with it.
And close my eyes to fly, and my clouds here tell my own story.
And the ones that I’ll never forget, the fragments that remain, I piece together throughout my life as a puzzle.
The puzzle will never be easy to complete fully and the feeling will never fully be achieved until the time comes.
But when I close my eyes and I think your name, it’s a good substitute for what that success feeling must be.
I think it has something to do with it in fact. Ah another piece. A corner piece.
Trapped in my senses, pulling in breathes, the clouds, I breathe them too,
and through the market they can’t charge you for it.
I have it the whole world round, a necessary taste of freedom.
And I think I know I need it, I guess that’s why it’s free. Or is it free at all?
So whatever impact I try to have in my time/space, a voice out to everyone that I dream to one day tell them all but have never felt, not yet at least.
When I close my eyes and I think your name, it feels like how that success probably must feel. The more pieces I gain will remain in my faith.
And I pick up the scattered pieces for the time being and try to materialize something out of it for your benefit.
I can stare into the sky and fly through it under the right conditions.
The clouds are the jelly that hold me in, and they tell beautiful angelic stories that pulse through me.. That we’re all part of.
Then I stare down as far as I can at the sand at the beach,
all the tiny grains.. That we’re all part of. I stare at the ocean, the vastness,
you can see out until you don’t know how far you’re seeing out,
just however far they tell you.
I go through the town and don’t let any of it get me, I stroll through, blissfully.
I stare at the churches and know my mind transcends further than such establishments.
And I think your name. And all that comes with it.
And close my eyes to fly, and my clouds here tell my own story.
And the ones that I’ll never forget, the fragments that remain, I piece together throughout my life as a puzzle.
The puzzle will never be easy to complete fully and the feeling will never fully be achieved until the time comes.
But when I close my eyes and I think your name, it’s a good substitute for what that success feeling must be.
I think it has something to do with it in fact. Ah another piece. A corner piece.
Trapped in my senses, pulling in breathes, the clouds, I breathe them too,
and through the market they can’t charge you for it.
I have it the whole world round, a necessary taste of freedom.
And I think I know I need it, I guess that’s why it’s free. Or is it free at all?
So whatever impact I try to have in my time/space, a voice out to everyone that I dream to one day tell them all but have never felt, not yet at least.
When I close my eyes and I think your name, it feels like how that success probably must feel. The more pieces I gain will remain in my faith.
And I pick up the scattered pieces for the time being and try to materialize something out of it for your benefit.
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