Seated in the stillness watching the city go by, wishing that we're nude dancing in the Forrest of the fury.

Where we won't  have the need to share the dark black smoke of the truck; and the lack of a  loud plane flying over us  will blow sweet and sour puffs to the smog .

Listening to the wavy mantra circle around us complementing our dreams ;  'Cause the road may be bend but we 'll keep it in rocking until we jump the fence .

Miss and matching verses , creating new poems out of every conversation, opening the gates of new hope , healing our hearts , flushing our souls of bad vibes .

And with telepathic  power we'll push away the curtain in order to surprised the surprises .-