8 June 2012
Have you ever twirled around till you get dizzy?
Trying to escape daily life and it's busy.
The sky a blue blur that stretches vast.
Fall down at last on the damp grass.
Out if breath, out if time,
For your thoughts - a dollar, a dime.
What do you think of in a moment that's surreal?
Where do you go in your head, where do you feel?
Do you feel free, free as a bird?
Do you feel like your voice might be heard?
What's going through your head,
Rather an illegal high instead?
Opuss № I