Space does happen in the continuum of environments br Though to be located by the daily journal that implements br Walk home from the positive, wonder why I’ve turned negative br When the bubble goes grey, on a somewhat sunny day br br The car park of souls where I don’t have to think anymore br But something left the engine running and now it’s sore br I guess one must take the ride on the seesaw of ones life br Cut it down to bite size with blunt scissors not a knife br br Don’t want to be anywhere else as the greener grass is weedy br Perhaps not so desperate but also something inside is needy br I guess I took a space walk and now my lifeline has broken br Could call out to friends with sweeping cries so unspoken br br Drifting round in circles being drawn toward the sunshine br Didn’t somehow fathom that my approach was on an decline br Tired these eyes have become but fat my thought remains br Lethargic of the common sense delivered in songs and strains br br We’re all expecting something and all so be they’re none br But drift in space from out of my zone I’m not too far gone br Remove the helmet of disguise and breathe air thought lost br Coins of the shillings spent but only time would be the cost br br From way up here well within the centre of a hurricane br At peace with cooling winds, let not the storm to refrain br From retractions of lost grounds to play on the game br Realise the place was as is now always to be the same br br So tired and now wearied returning home from that place br Drift slowly into zone of the warmth and fragile grace br So let the anxieties and the negativity’s be so now the mystery br Doesn’t matter how you got there, just come back and now be freebr br Vision Ghostbr br