Lifted.
Everyone wants to feel good,
but not just the average good...
You want the real good.
The good that shakes you.
The good that shakes all your bad emotions, and turns them into a velvet smoothie with...goodies.
Every so often, that real good comes to us.
Although it visits at different times,
your feelings can smell it when it comes.
Smell it.
Your head gets high off of the words you hear from that good mouth across from you.
Those words dance in your eyes;
so much in fact, them good tears wanna start flowin'...
but they sit right there in your eyes -
they catch themselves.
When you run into a good person,
and you exchange good vibes,
you get lifted.
You're high above the ground.
Lifted.
Your feet are above the floor.
Lifted.
Your head has entered a world of delicious, genuine touch.
Lifted.
Carry me home.
Lifted.
A good tasting, natural people high; a blessing.
Lifted.
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