Going Back Home

I'm living my time line being who,what and the way I am isn't a crime I go with my feelings and go with my thoughts because I'm a rainbow at the end of the gold pot I feel grounded by pristine and unspoiled nature I'm surrounded as if it were God's country meant to be unfounded I'm a custodian and tourist of precious land until its time to meet the maker who is lovely,superb,and grand nothing matters more than living by the almighty right hand my religion does not come from white man but far away place unseen holy land a place of heaven is euphoric bliss and is sweeter than any roses or a kiss earthly materialism we won't miss