Sunshine, warm like embers, And wind, tickling my neck; Blues and greens and yellows, They dance and they coalesce. It feels like eternity. And then I stop and wonder, “How long have I been tripping?”
Sunshine, warm like embers, And wind, tickling my neck; Blues and greens and yellows, They dance and they coalesce. It feels like eternity. And then I stop and wonder, “How long have I been tripping?”
