walking to the airport, and they’re asking where my car is.
i show them where my scar is; i point straight to my heart,
and if they walk away, i address them in my art.
i’ll hitchhike to giza, but hold on, what is a visa?
screw the pharmaceuticals, but i think i’ve amnesia.
natural remedies; flying over seven seas.
if you wish to feel centered, go ahead and climb some trees.
Luka.
I like the fact that the meaning is hidden in the first read and I had to read it again. I appreciated it more the second time. Nice poem.
Now imma go ahead and climb some trees :())))