Flights of fancy Too

 

All in E apart from the break in B

 

Thoughts are running helpless thoughts are running free

Slipping in perceptions of where we ought to be

 

Yellow eyed daisies staring at the sun

Hold on to the thought that one is all and all is one

 

Treading on the pavement skipping o’er the cracks

Filling with a feeling black is white and white is black

 

Treasure every second, treasure every first

Run to all that beckons, slake your every thirst

 

Wisdom in a moonbeam, silence of the night

Slide into that hidden zone where  even fear takes flight

 

Master of oblivion master of the game

Everything is different, everything the same….

 

Matchless in perfection safe without a flaw

How will you every slip through that open door

 

Break down all the barriers strip reality

Of its seasoned mischief and false solidity

 

Breakfast on the moment, drink up every hunch

Reaching the conclusion the world is out to lunch

 

Wallow in the quagmire before you set off free

Dreamscape of confusion is the certainty

 

Rise through the obfuscation of confusing verse

Life thrives on complexity truth is rarely terse

 

Music most spectacular, music of the spheres

Music’s the vernacular of happiness and tears

 

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