Words Burst Forth In Peacock Color
A Meaning In Life For Your Decipher
A Fluttering Of Myself Discovered
Shedding My Skin To Grow Another
Psychedelic Spirograph Forming Lyrics
Floating Your Conscientiousness Image
Coloring The Consciousness Within Us
Forever Drawing Outside The Lines
Pasts Erased Torn From Mind
Searching For Flashbacks Left Behind
I Write These Quatrains For You To Find
Look At Me, I'm Running Out Of Time
Howie Joe.
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