Old with gold or told then sold about life energy.. yours is you.. as mine is me.. that self unique we be..
Dealers in tokens.. fears of life.. dark smokin’ moments flash from what never was.. trashcan pokers.. loans by jokers.. as destructor does.. play your children learn such folly..
see dark brains behind peach fuzz..
Spin a yarn then try to live.. structure gone.. fact none would give it.. will one who flies in fog find before..
Gravity comes with a hand.. a flying child.. a liars stand.. a reflection needs know what is yours..
Down you come.. with scream a’clangor.. no chip lie or doppelganger makes what never was to any sum..
Mirrored truth.. a trusted friend.. asks.. will you be back again.. or alone in truth must I exist..
Superdooper glass phone booth.. your changes never change the truth.. a hint.. look for the child your mother kissed..
Once again clean as you find.. your loving heart.. a care in mind.. a little late.. still mirrored in your smile..
The dunce of men.. deaf and blind.. found sense of self.. a creature kind.. left behind the slave of social piles..
Lies again will try to find that little elf.. unique in kind.. as you trade true and style for smile..
Lies unnoticed.. never should.. have left your own inner good.. unique you walk your path.. in your own style..
Hearing words you understand.. a smile.. good vibes.. you shake a hand.. two true walking on.. for many a mile..
‘many bothersome things can be dealt with in thought and meditation.. the others require a certain knowledge of self .. reflected true’..