trace that thought in chalk red velvet one foot from its eye six feet below the line that divides the earth and the sky. dear angel youve grown horns so sharp theyll stab through your eye and right through all your lines. darkness is quickly coming in the outlook is constantly sinking. optimism is a thing of the past. i want it back. dont ever trace that thought... and as all exciting thought becomes a new outline in chalk i will stand up for myself and for this world's mind. you can not leave me behind. you will not leave me behind. never decline from this process so divine. if you let them censor your thoughts then then control your mind and thats all youve got. for all of the earth's mind. for all of the world is mine. EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE AS LONG AS YOU KEEP AN OPEN MIND. OPTIMISM AND IMAGINATION ARE THE KEY.