Out There

Out There

A blast of sun came , creeping rhru my window. I broke out the door, and into my limo.
I said, drive to the nearest, nearest desert moon, so I can trip on the wild mushrooms.

Life is short and have no time to wonder why. I´ll just run thru the hot sand and try to fly. To fly.

So I´ll trip on the wild mushrooms.

I´ll sit like a Budha, and chant to the wind. To wipe away my horrible sins.

Then come night I´ll sleep under the stars, or maybe visit the planet mars.

I´ll sit like a Budha.