Five, Five, Five

Five, Five, Five
Twenty years flying homemade pipes and stove top hats, garden parties, daily life, never coming down
Having all the answers only in the floating states, a good reason to stay there, just another habit
Fueled twenty-four seven, exclusive chemical zones, everyday waking up alive, but not in your world
A million things to see everyday, the smoke teaches lessons, for others, only finding a deeper sleep
Passports to freedom, driving responsibly, keeping tracks on the roads, hundreds of miles night flying

Daily bar tabs of weekly salaries, this isn't the children's garden anymore, gasoline flows like water
Catching invisible threads that are always there, nothing is disconnected from the living or the dead
Feeding raccoons, who appear nightly, from beneath floor boards, in the roaring tree farm mansions
Always stoking fires of attention, outright passing those, of blocked nueron highways, the forever clueless
Sounds, vibrations, notes of music, voices, flowing like soothing water, rattling brooks, walking bare feet

Gut feelings, feeding sensory overloads, brilliant colors imagined, seen driving controlled consciousness
Private terrains in wide open public spaces, blocking out the squares, only the states of minds together
Searching for lost tempers, a moment of indecision is all that's needed, to turn on the brakes of inaction
Making things happen isn't the only keys to change, knowing how to stop galloping horses counts too
No ones crying here, no wrong feelings of wrong, obstacles non existent, everything is always possible