so I wandered past, I floated by
a string of music shops,
a hundred shiny guitars
they told me to keep to the stars
they told me to avoid empty reservoirs
they told me to paint over my scars
with bubblegum, hubba-bubba
or to take a rubber
and rub them out
(denmark street)
trippy beats
-yet, I can't see so much;
yet, it's quite blurry-
(metaphysically)
-virtually-/-spiritually-
I don't know why
I keep trying to explain
the way things are
because the way things are
are so far -so far- so far
from your reality
gradually, I'll stop trying...
but I wandered
yes i wondered
