I wish I was just clean;
a bare-skin walking art,
into the wild to stain me spots;
some breathing chambers of heart,
'least it's my mother earth,
firstly who saw my naked truth;
who judges never eversince
my birth constructed me blued;
and I'll be there in the woods;
flashed by twinkling lights,
through the leaves that dances
from the ghost wind's spite,
breathing and healing;
sinking 'till hypnotized,
daydreams been stealing
all my hussle - paralyzed;
till I fly with my aims;
and soar through the shadows,
the comfort of this freedom
to my soul isn't shallow;
for I'm clean as the nature;
innocent as nature;
delicate as nature;
and beautiful with nature;
as one child of the earth,
one blind dreamer from the south,
who never seeks the north;
nor the earth-digging crowd;
but I'm naked, body and soul;
I'm naked in reality;
which forbids what naked told;
thus truth built me fantasy.
