i'll times rolling
lacking the flow ache in my throat and wisdom seems so lost
and yet its better in ways it's different
i miss those old school meditations when relaxing and getting visions was a given with my eyes closed
i propose a toast
to myself to find the time to ask my lord and galaxy to point me in the right direction
i got my foot in the door, i gotta keep on writin and stay planted to this world
before i can take off
please come back to me
i need to say good bye to these old ways stagnant lifestyles no longer in my way
i gotta keep on movin
so i pray
and wait for a sign from my guides
they help me proceed as i lay
and dream of my future
i miss those times
come back to me
