I took a walk down the sale,
I didn't like what was on offer.
So I tripped and traipsed all along.
And when the day is over, the mix of colors and light.
In the shopping bag, does not fill up the hole in my soul.
With all the psychedelic thoughts in my head,
Bursting like stars in the atmosphere of my brain.
Trying to capture the sun in my mind.
For one star-burst in my head will make it alright.
And getting one is so goddamned hard.
I laugh deliriously with the jokes and the crisis.
Pieces of paper once so important dont measure up
Coldness in my fingers or is it my wallet?