I cannot spread some knowledge
If I fall so flawlesly on my personal Forest
But using my own exemple of novice
I might show you the door peacefully
If you understand crucially
As an intruder in your homely-made
Universal changes
Nothing is universal if it's man-made
My small temple is a mansion of relativisation
That's a station that changes it's fashion every couple of feelings
But heals your ups and downs like meditafion over the impossible hill of inertial ill-ness
And it feels só great to be here today
Presenting my soul and my Heart and my brain
To obtain a gain
Not in bread, cheese or lettuce
But foods for thoughts
For the cells of my brain
To maintain insane is no one to blame, but me
We are all the same you can see
Just look at me in the mirror and your heart will bleed all the flames to hope all the fame until you came, Kamei you are not the same, you changed a lot dawg
Is it ok with you mylord?