ZSART: Sunday Mornings. Happy Eater?!

This flow on this sunday morning was something i was just feelin' it. Still think these are just poems while listening to tracks. but given time will be more of course. SO CLOSE TO GRADUATION!

First part is just quick lyrical movement then the beat slows and i begin to let the lyrics run out with the sound.

Photoshop mashup of a Painting
"Ship of Memories"

Another morning lost in sands of time feeling so lost in freedom wishing I would just be

Chained to those mornings so easy going and smooth with the flow of

Life takes on new ages, new times, new beginnings, as dreams are meant for the

Dreaming is meant for those lost in Fairy tale of Life, making their life a myth.

Becoming lost from reality with a smile on your face so feel free so free.

Another drink from warmth, up before the sun wakes can’t sleep with this world as they dream.

Being lost with the dreams that keep it awake so gone in dis-belief.

Dreams become reality as they mimic life life life long metaphors. Wishin’ never, hopin’

Imprinted those symbols of past through that mind just for that pain to be on the same level, Just believe in your dreams and let it.

All is gone, not in a fairy tale, not in a dream; this is reality, reality that isn’t real.

So make another and another wishin’, hopin’, flowin’, forgettin’

Can’t take it back so make it on this two-dimensional reality to be shared for.

All in All we just lost so forget the all and all. Just become lost inside the sound, the

Future is here the past is gone coming right back around the future is here and it’s gone.

This will be forgotten lost just for one, two, three, four to be read and forgotten like,

Everything before this every moment in time.

You don’t live in a story, a myth, a fairy tale, so forget who you are who you are.

Who are You? Though it was so none to gone forever to long.

One day it will be brought so back into this reality as the relization that it is real.

You know that feeling when those lips kissed you your heart making it beat, beat, beat.

Just a lil’ bit faster as black and white became grey together away from the Fray.

Time disappeared as the balance came to be in front of all in all no the white holds it.

So lost with it, lost with it, lost the freedom to go go go live in a shadow of inspiration.

Lost inside that that that feeling so deep inside that mind so wear the jersey for me.

Every time that door opens wishin’, hopin’, waitin’ as the wind blows through my mind.

Becoming lifted off with the flow of life, This isn’t going to help so

Shhhhhhhh and go back to that easy Sunday morning because this is all a dream

All a dream, all a dream, all a dream. Been all a dream.

“A Ram gets sick from eating a magical fish that takes it’s soul becoming it's strength as the Ram becomes the partly devoured fish weak and lost, only the power of a kiss from another ram will un-done the spell and balance will be.”