Travels of a beautiful mind
The pleasure that graces the face of the earth when moments cease to exist
When existing is not the same as being
Being is not the same
At least I hope not
See being is free
Openness to grace the heavens
Fly high in the sky
Dancing on clouds
See I’m a dreamer
Head in the clouds
Sky on my mind
With tap shoes on
Me? I’m the conductor of the pit
The one people follow as my baton waves
Graces the eyes of those that follow
Crescendo’s, bass and trebles
The melody of the minds song
Dictates the journey of the song
My mind isn’t just in stereo
The visions comes in Dolby surround sound
You can’t hear it, you can’t even imagine
My wildest thoughts in your limited HD
Next time try widescreen
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