Friday, August 13, 2010

the social

as far as the eye can see
chill is in overload
it starts with you and me
a cornucopia

moving through the space
and sounds of happy
we rejoice the good people race
and celebrate each other

we travel towards the light
at the end of the bud
'til the late hours of the night
holdin' it down in the blue room

spirits overflow (hey, where's the ice)
bread is broken
we are one with the earth
the mind becomes a breeding ground
for thoughts too great to imagine now

friendship pervades the air
bubbles collide and make somersaults
surrounded by yellow, gold and brown
the joy is busting through
like biscuits in a can

okay i should put this drink down

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