Open my eyes and i cant see anything,
the moment i close em bombarded by memories
embedded in melodies humming a tune,
its like magic im back in delano
burning my feet on the pavement in june.
Inyo st mobbin lets go hit a cruise,
jump on the fixie i make it go zoom,
on my way down to woollomes w the crew,
watchin the moon rise over the mountains
we couldnt believe our eyes
encapsulated in the magic of life
enjoying the moment like we won a prize
the moonlight shimmers off the grape vines & the stars glow right thru the pollution
Just for the moment in love with the illusion
that none of my homies will never fold
that all of my family will never decease
even though i know its all bullshit like talking to trees
but still i find comfort in talkin to trees
what if Gilgamesh never slayed the keeper of the forests?
Would we still have gods in the cedars?
Will the trees lead us to heaven if we pray to them & nurture everything?
I feel lost in the present thats why i always go back to visit my memories.