Psychedelic Slippers

Been a year. I came from a Pond. a tiny little Pond. my Pond you could say. I 'd been there for a long time. Well u don't exactly count days in ponds, ya but long long time. I was born there i guess. No one remembers where they were born anyway. But i was born in Pond. It was huge then, though its tiny now. We lived in West-End; me, mum-dad, and yes my brethren.When we were kids we would swim all over west end, me and bro. We'd explored most of West-End. It had a tiny ridge, that was our favorite hangout. Me n my pals would go there after school. When i was older i was sent to the big school at Central Spring. I hated to be away from West-End. But then i fell in love with Central Spring nevertheless. Here's where i made a hell lot o friends and we roamed the whole of the Pond. The Pond was so huge and beautiful. You could swim whole day and never tire of it. There were these beautiful sea-weeds near the Loop. The loop was this nice lil place where there were these hug

In a coffee shop in a far-off place, lying on your bed flipping pages ...and then you are on a swing, though you still etch footprints on wet roads; Singing songs to the birds that have well slept by now, chirping in their dreams, you wish. ...and then back to a limbo, that fills the spaces between!!!

so let the engine roar push the pedal down i want the white lines on the highway to lead me out of town... ....the wanderer craves