Drumming the humdrums of whooshing wind
It came to mah senses
Thumping me down
To mah inn
The realization
The expression
Those beats of time
Those in shine
They that seem white
Those that make their way
Those that sing out loud
Those that crib in crowd
Noise of the moment
Bugging of a mystic scent
Those calls in between
Blue and bloody streams
Those beats of bells
They that travel to hells
All in a moment
Peace and storm
Master the world says
Master makes you a slave
Or if not then you are slave
To the slaves around
Happy and gay
But there is a fire
Blazed attire
It rings the humdrums of time
Forecast of drums
Brimming time
The laughter of darkness
Blazing around
In bulky mess
But it will all be beautiful
Beyond electric tunnels
Beyond all
Those met on way
Those at some other sway
All it needs is one dream
All it needs is to make it real
The tunnels and the ways
The power experienced to make way
Master master the world says
Master master
Make your own way
Each is master of self
Each has a different direction to dwell
Each has a drumming rhyme
Each has a different shine
Master is none
With none to master
From spirit it works
Slave and master
Feel the power
Power of dream
Feel it inside
All ready to ride
Feel the jinx nature of self
Magic in air
Power in self
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