Ghost

Rubbing smudges from my eyes
Now things are falling into focus
It's only now I realise
How much I let go by unnoticed

But now, now I see the birds

But somehow I was missing something
A little too self-involved I guess
'Cause I always made a point of looking
But I was too focussed on the emptiness

But now, now I see the space
Now I see the light

Living in a world of pure imagination
As if I were condemned to dream
But I've begun to see that magic 
Ain't nearly as unreal as in might seem

'Cause now, now I see the birds

And I wonder how one comes to see the things they couldn't see before
I was blind but now I see the beauty that I never truly saw 

And so, not another moment wasted
Oh, not another moment more

Now I See the Birds

Stay

Photo: fishing net drying poles near Lochinver, Scotland. May 2022.

Breeze

T Man The Wizard - Wizard Flow

2 For One

drift

rusty swings (howzat?)

Come On

🌏🌎🌍❤️👌😂🧬😘🤞🖕🍓😭🔥🛣☯️🌫☮️💞😼🤷🏾‍♂️😹😡🤬😴😻🎃🧶

Mescaline

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Captive Cat