Every atom smells of time-space
April 6th, 2009
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Free flow, and into the great wide open I go
Thinking about, what you are,
And who I
Was, and where my heart is,
Gets me
Thinking about all that was, when I was but a boy,
The sunshine and smell of fall,
Blowing leaves that stampeded towards
(I)
(And)
(Another)
And we jumped so,
So fast and furious that
We were Free of oppression
And we had the power to fly and command
Wild jungle-gym games of mystic pirates,
And the forces of wind and creation,
For we were children of the light
And the wind beckoned us farther and further in to
The lands of dragons and war and glory of hope.
