The clouds rush over while the flower closes.

The white becomes a river.

The fence is torn down and I can see the snakes.

Euphoric energy flows through me like a drug.

I don't stop the feeling as it spreads.

Let my curls flow and lay as they wish. 

My hair is alive and taking over my mind.

I'm crawling amongst the snakes when the river washes over me.

Whispers take me to the clouds and I kill the flower.

Crazed by the power of imagination.

Dreams only I will know.

Driven by fearlessness into the mountains.

I tunnel deep inside to find myself.

I can be free.

I can be hate.

I can be my words.

I'll soar through my mind like the arrow that leaves my hands.

My fingers turn to crystals and I radiate beauty.

Come find me, you won't.

This place is mine.