When you ride the tides of lines
we apreciate the advance soul
of growing vines,
a heart full of bliss
superior to our knowledge
while you crawl out we stay in the abyss.
your mind is dirty
your mind is pure,
your heart is warm
your soul is obscure.
there is a playground for people like that,
for me and you,
so we can in a smart way goof around,
like we always do.
