Internal exit

What to say what to splay the baby's coming soon to stay. I will and I want and I can't confidant. Maybe they'll like me and maybe they won't. I see my horizon in my son's only question. I rise to the volcano and then I reject those coming from the database to see my arrogant face. The wonderful dreamers of the rose collated dawn come now and find me, hark the call of the world and remove the mirage of our iniquities our onorous gout and our fallenness. Strake and strafe the one who holds us in delusion by confusion and doubt. Let shine the truth path, the cloud dancers, the sons of truth and the children of light, the angels of men and the man of ages. Keep the wind walkers and the music painters. Let the planet know that the scent of green is in the water of the eyes and that the beat of red is in the warmth of us all.