The fool on the hill

Psychedelic trust inside his belly.

Joyful meaning under a tree.

A bird stole his best idea.

And he wears a cup of tea.

The picture is wrong,

Colors melt together

Like lovers in that one song

Slowly ripping each feather.

Naked dreams now freed,

We watch them disappear

And collect the one seed

Meaning of life and fear.

Still he is alone now

For you've ignored his heart

And he keeps wondering how

You became his best part.

The fool left the hill

To jump into mystery.

You can pay the bill,

Or become legendary.

So what have you been up to lately?

Well... Thanks for asking.

I have been really busy over the summer... I give a shout out to all my relatives in Gainesville, Florida.

So what's this great thing we have in mind? Leaving on a jet plane soon.

Changing a life takes the will to jump the leap. Somedays I wonder how I'm gonna negociate it, sometimes I wander, thinking life gets better out here. But without you, I'm still alone. Without you stranger, that I'll meet in a month, or two, or tomorrow. My life will not be full until I've met you. Foreigner, you might be; my next friend, you shall prepare yourself to become.

Travelmate from dirty south, roommate for a quarter of a year.

I now have the idea, that this journey will probably end up being too short of a trip.

And I'll want more.

And so on.