Barley packed
Will it be enough
The triangle can provide
If need be strong
Taking the road
All is too familiar
But once the line is crossed
Adventure grows into the heart
Reaching a point on a map
I look around
Nothingness full of everything
The longer I stare
The subtlies come forth
Yellow, green orange, green, blue, green
A hint of purple
Green
Rolled up and rolling around
We barge
Our direction straight and true
Following the path Nature intended
Through the brush
Pain is only in my head
The destination or great reward
Beyond anything of this world
The spirits let us enter wearily
Caution is thrown to the wind
My soul is being pierced
I am the spaceman written on the rock
I am the sun painted near the home
I am the rock reaching for the sky
I am the waves crashing on my brain
And when flipped i can see the ripples in the air
A look into the formation of the mind
Was it mine?
Or perhaps I witnessed the birth of new life
As the sky people shot them from earth
Feeling cold, Fire can only keep you warm
If I were to find myself again
Would I have stayed closer to the fire
The sand is alive
It morphs between my feet
As long as my mind remains balanced
Then I will be ok
Reality comes and goes
But I must choose a side
Test your luck in the bizzaro world
or do I let the trip win
Winding down the night
I sit and watch the last glows
From the plains to the rock
From the road to the sea
I am the spaceman
but no the one I used to be.
