Souleye free thought

Hands inches above the ground Circling the earth. Young developing angels Wearing newly made halos. A magnetic mass of completion and triumph. The magnificent Sacrifice of filling that void. Finding the formation of what fulfills your happiness. Sitting side ways staring at the sun. Simply put it is better to run behind then ahead. Or you may be run over. Won over by the charming looks of change. She shaped the clay and watched it dry. Asked for success and it multiplied. I have had highs that went beyond. The mystery of what it could be, Then I had only one moment. To switch in to something more knowing. Then it was as if The pages ended. Existed with in the stereo sound. I found it, he yelled She lead the path as the extraordinary echo of Hermes. Who is he, The youngest lion in the cave. The most mature soccer to this day. Mystic series of wheels spinning as if they would ever step in. Focused breath evolution. Greener grass for your choosing. Who is this that speaks in serpent tongu