Is this dream or nightmare we humbly yell, as the whirlpool tries to flush us to hell. What began in wondrous marvel has turned into grief,. Consumed by lobster and gobbled up like beef, then tossed from the ocean onto the reef. You astral project when you fly in a dream , to the mountain, to the cavern, and beyond the headlight beam. Can you survive and swim up stream? Can you inhale thought forms hotter than steam? With inaction we void out , melt into cream. Yet, together we are champions when we follow our dreams. Follow your dreams , move past sorrow to a new tommorow where Love is the way and real food paves the path to a healthy new day
