time has no meaning in this place;
greetings from the lizard king:
Mental spheres of a broken past,
waiting around:
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
letting go
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.