bohemian rhapsody

sounds of water drops one's ear as if you can only hear some tales of life stories of workers passing by whispers and shadows of people creeping up from the past come back to sweetly haunt you in the morning light as the sun is about to rise spring in the morning wake up in the morning with dead souls and living souls of what is old is new and what is already new is stale and now old uptown, downtown, east side and west side my mind and body are altogether combined after i'm aware that i've traveled my life and outside my home constantly loving and listening to old stories, along with new i strive to become the spirituality of my home the season and rain move me to become all in one learn from fables and mysteries studying the readings in the bible of everyday love and hate inhale exhale towards uptown and downtown people sit crossed-legged and become masters of the Morpheus dream world and telling the true from the untrue i sit across in the middle of it all nearby the rapture of pleasure