Woke up somewhat tender this morning,
———————- as if I was born into a gentle breeze,
on the bed of clouds,
—————– up the river in a small village,
where houses have no roof,
and people only pray when
————————————— the trees sing,
and flies ask the cows
————————-“May I sit on your back?”
In this Village
———-children are teaching the old
————————How to talk to grass,
and how to skip
——————and how to swing their legs when
they sit on a bench.
Woke up as if I was born out of no one,
——————————————-to no one.
Solange’s “Mad” is playing
and Lil Wayne
——————is telling me what’s he mad about.. damn this track is smooth.
Something is calling my name,
—————it is telling to sit a moment
———————to allow my eyes become soft.