right upon targets

 

sitting in my chair resting in heir

knowing in the midst its just me in mind

creating stories to put fruit upon vine

in this simulation where there is know time

space is each heart beat between each breath

imagination come true birth my view

all illusions are thoughts thinking art baby blue

each word I speak attracting my kind

being certain my sheep creating the path

for we bring the truth shooting arrows straight

right upon targets killing if thats our will