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Thought Trippin'

I've been thought trippin', thinkin' 'bout the kingdom all in its glorious magical reason. 
'Been dreamin', gleaming eyes sparkling alright at night. 
Give me somethin' breathin'. Baby, you're so alive. 

Don't forget to provoke the wolf woofing the girl in the red hood because he can't get
over the sexual tension. You'd think he'd never had a release, but they dated for weeks.
He had his chance, but he always a gluttonous neuronic fool.  

Release the man with the axe to cut open the belly or moral redemption, starting anew,
leaving the old. We'll have dinner for two candle lit under shooting stars. 

Whisper and mumble. Let's not forget we're not supposed to be here, not again, never
again, but we're here. So, let's talk and walk until we fall asleep and wake up from this
place, leaving each other for another stories end. 

Let's get everyone in trouble, like old times, like all times, like we're telling the
story and they're all our children.   

 It's criminal, yes, criminal, criminal to all mad because they're only being themselves. 
Be yourself, but don't forget who you are because I won't file a missing persons report. 
Be careful for giants, walking drunks, over-compensating bone grinding blokes. 

I'll meet you behind the third bean stalk on the left. We'll cut, hack, crack, crush down
on their homes. The overgrown will stay in the skies, die in the skies. 

I want to walk with you in a fantasy land, chat with you on a path full of romance, and
wait for a tragic ending. Let's visit the sleeping dead, the that gal needs her prince
charming, the gal dying for a kiss. 

Let's go back to the castle and throw the servants into cinder. Maybe they'll turn to
pumpkins and we could carve out our fates, carve in a face.

Yes, it's all surreal, so real to us, two thought trippin' characters, in a world of
inevitable doom or land where our dreams come true. We can see the the blood of this
world, the life that we left to breathe alone, at ease, in peace, for you and me.

Copyright © Michael Guerra | Year Posted 2006

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