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