The same ole'?? white walls and pink granite...
A moon shaped face with a mask had exit and...

Itâ??s a twenty-four- -seven...
Our memories flash before me...

Cloud nine I'm on
No one is there...

The years flourish as they deminish
Time passes and new evils arive...

Soft spoken and suaveness in the born given talent...
Her soft exotic complexion, I canâ??t...

Twisting and turning.
Moaning and groaning...

The scorching Egyptian sun tattoos my dry and...
We rush hastily to our primitive huts; we call...

I am an attraction.
Hundreds visit me everyday...

Being High leads to good ole\' literautre..
Listening to the serene, funky beats of trance...

Clock. It corresponds to the circle of life...

Where to begin.
I donâ??t know...

Glossy and white complexion
Kind, dark spheres of vision...