The levels we make The highest highs of life Make the time worth embracing for the now Reality exists to show your peaks of the mountains you climb To succeed inside and take your courtesy and bow Cloud nine was once a beautiful place A session that went out of control You could see the clerical sharpness Nearly made you live on the doll Testing your body and comfort Images psychedelic and wavy No thought but inner solitude Like white creamy clouds and thick gravy Oh but of course I was crazy Least was not tired and lazy Weekend was but a stepping stone Days smaller by the end I went fishing for survival To heal, to feel, to mend This was my repent Life to defend Too short not to spend To embrace the natural ascent Roots for forgiving Those friends who knew not Shall see you becoming You living not running They will see it coming You came back gunning More fishing for hugging Sessions you’re loving Because of the levels we make March 2013 Ectomia
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