Trippin

She is the sublime...
im trippin...

she is the divine...
im trippin...

she is the sunshine...
im trippin...

she is the nightingale that sings at dusk...
im trippin

she is the lark that raises my consciousness at dawn...
im trippin...

she is the peony...
that awakens my senses: olfactory, kinesthetic and aural...
im trippin

she is the darkness...
that induces my fears... to risk.. to seek adventure... to venture in the abyss of the world...
she
is
the
Sublime...
im trippin...

her space... is where i want to be in...
im trippin...

her voice is a melody... that i yearn to hear...
im trippin...

it is her eyes ... that i wish to drown in...
im trippin...

she has the analgesic flowers that i long for...
im trippin

she will feed them to me... so i can attain that metaphysical realm...
im trippin

it is in her space and her time... that i yearn to die...
im trippin

i soar... i die... im trippin...

she holds the grains of sand that will unlock Pandora's Box...
im trippin...

she has the master chessboard ... i am a pawn... i await her next move...
im trippin...

will she reveal the Masterplan....?
im trippin...

where will this Masterplan have resonance...?
im trippin...

will the Sublime save me...?
im trippin...

i soar... i die... im trippin...
i yearn for the Sublime...

im losing my soul... please do not bury me unless it is in your bosom...
i want to be in YOUR realm... on YOUR chessboard... in YOUR Pandora's Box...
I am immersed in disarray...
im losing my soul... ya...ya... ya... im trippin... losing my soul...
in YOUR SUBLIMITY... I AM TRIPPIN...