Dream Surfer

Surfer surfs the dream the neural storm He has uncanny perfect form Miracles with the waves of soul he will perform On top of the surf billows of strato thought will swarm In relation to phantom numbers master key Can change the very essence of destiny Master neural flame sings its symphony Like a huge scarlet flower opening its petals with majesty To navigate surf through crashing thought waves It is not that different then through water waves And through white billows through which way surfer paves It’s tough job but that way his soul on the dream he engraves