Jazzy I
I remember I saw pink in my dream

Sketched the heaven and it turned unacceptable

Displaying myself in a hologram

Non-lucid, illusions, constantly untouched

Did I really walk? or could I fly?

I could fly... could fly like an idiotic goose



Discovered myself beautifully undressed

There were no suns rays of flowers to blossom

Minimal meaning, unsensible temperature

Eternal spirit, in the life between the afterlife and life

Holy land, unable to complain

The empty field has made unconcealed

Dispossessed my mind, inconsistent nature

A piece of myself, my body was immaterial


Things more real, lucid and vivid

Light would be zero

The time has stopped