time has no meaning in this place;
greetings from the lizard king:
Mental spheres of a broken past,
pondering the way.
ghost on the way, away
when the dance is over
snap out of the light
this place inside
a friend not forgotten
no slave inside
of boundaries unknown
until the end of the first step
floating into space, balanced and pure
don’t want the world today nor tomorrow, just a little peace of mine.