Testo di Moon, astray

In your own waters In your zone, stopping not for nobody Smoke coming out the holes marking out the long walkway Your soul's calling for the slow calmness gotta go all in You both are in what the poet thought was the prologue But you're the sole author of your own novel You're in a rose garden By a road block with the polar opposite of no options No longer in a coma No toxin makes you sober Hold off on getting older Focus all of it on motion Go off is what they told you Exploding spark, making no harm Don't stop at the road crossing, just go farther than your soles can It's a gold market, not a low cost ghost mall It's a role model, not a cold hearted oligarch It's a slow waltz, not a robotic lonely march It's an open park, not code-locked holy law Go, wander off, don't call it off, don't stop it