Euphoria's Journey

Trying to raise up my feelings to higher than euphoria. Shouting out Gloria and its angels say,

"Holier gloria." Infant hearts to lay low. More up on the shore, that creates the

sands of time. Fine wines sifted through grainy hands shaken cold from the painful void

of the heart. I just start looking up for brighter days, I am cooking up.

So taking truckfuls of sunshine to be spread through the land with one round begun.

Time with the peaceful flow hitting them high as the beat's swinging. Them low hips moving

slow and grinding powder through dust. Must have been easy to deceive me when I'm not looking

with both eyes. Tiger's eye missing, so be switching your story. This tale is mine,