On the Roadblog - Saafi Brothers

my feet in the air

my hands on the ground

my eyes are closed

watching the scene around

strange creatures

intruding my world

a flying fish

a diving bird

a talking tree

a crying clown

the day begins

the sun goes down

writin´ feelings on paper

feeling words in my bone

friends around

and I´m feeling lone

strange creatures

intruding my head

bugs with a brain

and a howlin cat

a singing pot

a silent god

a giant knocked down

by a thought