Keep Your Eyes On The Road Your Hands Behind The Wheel

lively piece about Morrison

awake choose the day the night is far spent with parties & addiction

does death heart you the most or is it in fear

Paris the place to launch your dreams

a fine port by table

　

pen with paper alive she cried

it's all a will for power and nothing in between

minature soldiers creating their own dirt war

is everybody in

is everybody in ?

the ceremony is about to begin wake up !

　

now lets go for a ride deeper then ever before

to the pier surfing with beer flowing

tongues of fire poison asps in duration

this perhaps is the place where Nero tread

alone filled with heavy indian ghost highways bleeding

Pegasus comes for the trough;

the Summer surf on the ocean scene as we embark with the inner fragrance

ever lifting in heavy dialogue the impulse ensues

onto the climax filled with som much more

　

yet what ?