My Third Eye
Out of my way
Out of my skin
Fire flows through my brain
Let me go back to my time
The time I went to fly
Fly higher than the sky
Where I met strangers
They were neither red nor black
They were my ego
A mirror of myself
Flirting with my mind
A twist in my story, my life, my emotions
Haiti wher I cam from
Steps 1,2,3
Airplane that reaches the sky
Fly high
HAHA! Here I am in the desert
How could it be a desert with all those lights
Tall buildings, different flag
Beyond this adventure
I travel back to time
Time I started writing
Living in my fantasy
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