Along this sidewalk
I've concurred with god
and with the cigarette I'm keeping lit
I exemplify this
love others have sought

My intention is that of a
buddhic kiss:
to purify the bloodflow from
your heart before you bleed into eternal bliss

I have the heart, and little disregard, to feel and energy that's wild and free
and penetrate the Essence, in your car

We are the dying youth that live supreme and always hold
our breath for something new- wild and free, the ring of all good things

You ever felt the pain of Afro Blue?
I've drempt the tint of remedy in sleep, where deep in my third eye you're always viewed

Pain in a gypsy soul runs deep
from riding winds of change(as many do)in such a way upon memory creeps

But my memory is stored within my shoes
and with the cigarette that I keep lit,
along this sidewalk they'll remember you