One day I'll fly . . . I'll open my imagination to its most magnificent extent. The river of the impossible will flow through my fingers as I dissolve myself in it. Fear will dissipate from my trembling hands. Giving the opportunity to breathe freedom without constrained and pre-constructed a t m o s p h e r e s Choked we can live and never be released from . . . . . . . . . . . our biased ways of painting the skies with the static rays of our thoughts, we deeply know, we will end as hate, if we do not dare to expel the old ways, if we do not find those tainted wells, we deeply know, we will end in hate. . . . Let go . . . because unless we paint with colors that have never been discovered, it all will suffocate as death. So let the beauty of creation shine over our heads as we fly over imagination's puffs, free as infinity, running along the border of what we can be imagined, imagining hope's art, imaging bliss' tart, imagining time's heart, hopping, hop, hop, hop, hopping into love, happy hop, hop, hop, you.