If high is the sky I’m an astronaut an alcoholic drunk on my dreams
Make believe is my reality and I won’t stop believing
If heaven or hell is the location of my second life I am to monopolise and capitalise in my first
I got a pen that scribes a fountain of ideas and a vision with a plan which exerts the fact I’m still breathing
I’ve just started.
Oh and I’m colour blind sometimes I stare in to space so hard there isn’t any guidelines
No in between the lines
Just a watch a few pit stops and the finish time
I can’t contain my sanity it’s unboxed unlocked call me Pandora that’s the best analogy
