Elevate Ya Mind

o everlasting talker the auto suggestion of thought from the spirit the lens through which i see the world quiet your mind o noisy one all the ifs, all the maybes brought to dissolution in this moment your rejection of the present is your pain nothing else contributes but you breathe sweet air, let the mind exhale all the intoxication suffocates the voices take a chair to the compound and stare at the stars let your eye happily deceive you my love, my smile, my breath, my frown all hide in the secret place of your love all mine to remember when my eye deceives me let me see peace, let me feel the quiet.