Head In The Clouds

Head all in the clouds

I swear thats where she finds her inspiration 

That's where all the thinking takes place in

Either that or its her getaway station

Strips off her responsibilities 

And throws on her serenity

Sounds like a fancy term for "I'm lying down nekkid"

Now if it wasn't snt for her hair

I'd never know she was up there

Lying down bare & looking up at the rare

Stories that display in the clouds 

How they make so much noise without making a sound

But in her mind the shapes describe her vision

And she'll keep looking up there a bit longer...cuz she loves the serenity

Anything to just be butt naked...I guess

But judge her no less, the creator molded her 

Sculpted this work of art who creates upon lifestyle

Developed her own style

And a completed piece makes it all worth while

While her heads in the clouds

Just bare,

Nothing up there

But her militia

Her canvas n her instruments 

The sweet symphony she orchestrates

Just the tap of her wand and watch one at one with her band

Creating music so divine 

The shades, hues, saturation intertwine

And with her powers combined....

She gives a piece of her to the world

The power is yours to accept the gift

Not the part where she likes to be naked

The instance where the sage isn't just another incense

But unbeknownst to her, there's wisdom & persistence

Cuz you can tell me 1000 words n it mean one thing

But she can illustrate one piece and have me think up 1000 meanings

Sky is the limit...or she just likes being naked in the clouds