G.40

When I close these eyes, capture feelings letting realness roam the skies.. Sink in clearly what be dearly, have you known, be mines.. Up to you, your decision, I'm blind.. Send this spirit, steppe up wear it, heart on sleeves bear it I bind.. When it meets, melody meekly rides and it finds.. That red organ self-absorbent, what pumps and fails, time outshines ill will, rushed endorphins..(dope line)..