Love or a joke from Reality.

They were all kidding with you..
all from the psychic trauma,
of being a free woman, in a
traditional environment was 
a joke too, a foot, a joke. 
Just like the Celtic once, who
got disgusted, from the winds,
and made me fly a thousand 
miles away from them...
and I would meet Captain Sparrow.

I 've spent years alone to get rid
of this trauma, I spoke to some
but none of them did understand
the meaning of life, I had..
it was simply the jokes, 
but Eye is real, none a joke
still the joke, of being 
so blatantly in favor of socialized
and loner
meanwhile, others walk thru 
They are just learning how to see
this which is the You...

She was sweating at hot summer
went to a cafe they've put some
ice tubes on my back, I was sweating
like an Arabic newborn baby,
that needed so much sleep from 
an environment, that was sickening
the most delicate neurons..
from cars by lambs driving them, 
all 
fastly and crazy, 
pulling embers in and out, to such 
a cancerogenic subject,
apparently
I prepare for not becoming cancer gene
in advance, and taking the Malaysian
antidote 
Prepares that might help
your health as mine, simply oh you 
Earth, how we went into a lover s beds.