once upon a time

i was king of granite castles

in the sky

foundations made of clouds

yet i fly

circling around a light

from june to july

once upon a time

i crafted from chaos

with my third eye

breathed life and story to those that would never have a chance

to breath and get high

But now pretty words escape me

As i am still recovering from reality

Nothing in the future

Nothing in the past

Nothing in the moment