As I walked the lonely Avenue of Singlewood,
My path crowded by unkempt bushes and the stench of burning wood.
Burning, not to keep warm or to till an appetiet,
It was cause I had lost my sight,
The paths and dirt were made to be gathered
Made to shape ones feet, but mine,
Mine shattered.
So my soles needed a refresher.
I crowned me "Queen" and requested a jester.
Just a quick refill of fresh H2O.
Though my bushes brown and fresh pavement filled with holes.
I departed from Singlewood into a vibrant downtown.
Made a couple of stops, but my breath,
my breath
still made no sound.
As my blinker made for a detour,
Out of the rear view mirror I saw something to adore.
Mapping out my path to One Night Street.
I took my self to the imaging shop to be critique.
But paying for poor quality my imagine had been unruly.
When this report came to view, I was already watching the movie.
My dam was built for only mild floods,
Prepared you were, more than I was.
Your touch,
Touch
Must have made me die.
My life up to that moment flashed before my eyes.
Knowledge and wisdom jumped me from behind.
Drenched from my cheeks to my chin, relief continued to rewind
From my soul to all my limbs, in ecstasy I could be found.
From the bowels of my belly my breath did oh so sound.
Til the end of the end it's surprising how it begin.
Thoughts of a one night stand that didn't end.
Map points changed making my new soles move.
The rhythm of the sound made the soul of my soles stroll to a new grove.
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