Talking to strangers at midnight while flying on my magic bicycle to the playground of our pasts and sliding down the tunnel like a four year old. As we truely live, i stop and count the colors of the rainbow then hop aboard and am taken to the place of all lost dreams. To explore our minds and your mind and my mind, and discover the unimaginative thoughts of our generation, when did we stray from ourselves? We are lost, and the slides are no longer riden and the rainbows are no longer counted, they are lonely, how do we help them? We enter a train of thought and evaporate into untouchable beings to observe our mark. Then condensate ourselves back to humans and change it and fix it and express it.
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