I forget it, she shouted of the roof. I dont know and that is all I want to know today. It doesnt matter how I came here, where I want to go. I even dont need to BE. Or to have consciousness.
To evolve or wake up. I dont want to sleep and than be awakened. There is nothing to do, there is nothing that needs to be changed. I dont feel like to sing of the rooftop, when I can crayon on the pavement.
I have a step, and with that I race over the road. And if I come across a duck I feed it bread crumbs.
Than I hang in the willow, and swing to the other side.
They all can borrow my step, because I can fly.
If I want to sleep, I sleep.
I sometimes pick up a flower for in my hair. I polish my nails pink. On my head I draw big rounds, they are swirling and have the colors of a gobstopper.
I am not crazy, they think I am, but I am not. My grandma, she is crazy. I am not. I dont fall in black holes and I dont eat crunched stones. My grandma does. She has everything mixed up in her head and is trapped.
I am just childlike and I am sometimes acting like I am in my puberty. I dont get so well why I should become something when I am. I dont know why I would want to be a triangle. I am a wave and sometimes a circle and I fly in the night over the streets and to paradises.
People call that fantasy, with the greetings to your mother. And yes, it is great to be me.
Everything is a swirly thing for in the playground.
A chair is an airplane,
And the walls of an office are the wideness of the existence. And everyone is a playmate with whom I play sometimes,
And if they dont want to play, than I sing a song and reach my hand.
I dont need to tell what people know deep inside themselves already. I just want to paint the walls with the blue sunset and than sing songs.
If everyone could see what I saw, that all the hearts are made of candy.
That grown up people play games sometimes because it is fun to become a child later. To play the game of thinning the veil.
Its all fine by me,
But dont tell me what to do, dont tell me what I supposed to know.
Because its written in the air already, I put it there myself. Dont create my life or expect how I should be.
Its not just cute to be an eternal child.
Its a serious task when I open my wardrobe in the morning and dress up, putting on my playing clothes. Lol. Joke. Haha
I wander through the forest looking for wood to build the tree house, and I putted the nails in my bag pack.
Than I dont get why other people put pitch drops and feathers on themselves, if life can be fun.
Oh well, I get that, I am not that naive.
But why should you, and you know, its all fine.
I just want to be, And now I am here in a form, well, without a form is also oke, because I am everything and myself,
Grand and little.
A dandelion with little parachutes and thats how I fly over the hours I dont know, That is how the seconds vibrate that I dont find in the clouds.
I am a raindrop in May, that arrives in spring when the sun goes under.
That is how I want to play
The big game
Of the New earth
As Human Angel.