Glint in my retina has yellow sparkles
as the cream of top i used to follow
the cup of tea as sweet of sugary pictures in palm shadows.

As everyone fitting footprints and losing my hut in the dusk has made me stambled on chaos where's maybe welcomes oceans blue.

How it is going?
Who is in controlled?
What are the next shout i'll be taking?
Where could little roll papers found?
When will the trumpets be heard?
Which party i could sing like a rockstar on his day?

Untold stories are compiling different versions of emperor's weather and i was chuckling at the top of my lungs 'cause wanna go on shimmering moments and not declare the dolt notion of mine in progeny.