When I walk out of myself
not sure whether I want to look at my pale body
must be strange from a non-self angle

Not sure I like to leave you all tears
all smiles would be so much better
for you all and for the get-away me

It is only the fourth dimension of space
and second dimension of time
so called lalaland
heaven or earth
without chemicals hopefully as some had promised
I might be able to see the fifth season
where flowers of souls
blooming in all languages and all colors
The breeze is whispering Angels's wings
that soar across nowhere to nowhere
with only spiritual elements
against all physics

That might be where soul could really escape