Roaming Homing

trimmed all my long hair the hair i always dreamed about and wasn't there somethings are never measured by the means of the brain shoulders at ease while you're becoming insanely sane everything in discipline like a track less train round and round till you get to dizzy for direction have to visit some imaginary ground for site inspection the calling the invitation the temptation take what i can before the mushroom ban lunar migraine clouds for a carpet missing the chance of rain she's behind the mountain knitting a velvet cloud she likes her thunder loud a mountain is either an obstacle or a spectacle nature's intentions were never detectable beyond the sanitarium in my cranium she said if you're leaving seal them horizons behind you had a love once five lunar minutes of ambience there's a bird stalking me from infront of me oh the pain is pure for sure too pure for the cure close your eyes they're nothing but limitations for it's an arcane surge two oceans of emotions a pack for the back and a map to get lost and never back climbing cliffs in the back of my head I'm playing riffs and iiiiii will roam like it's home Tamer Hossam