Flying Through the Slipstream

Flying through the slipstream

Flying through the slipstream

Running like a river

Running through the valleys

….and the mountains

In the currants and the streams

the marigold dreams

Skies of continuum reaching to infinitum

Tell me now what does it mean

Flying…

Flying…

Flying… Nothings what it seems

The first heartbeat was a bang in the black.

It colored the universe and never looked back.

And the child becomes a man.

Beginning comes around again, again, again.

If it doesn't go to plan who are we to understand.

Flying…

Flying…

Flying…

Flying…

Flying… Nothing’s what it seems.