Free the mind

Flaming heads to muddled waters

Put them through to general quarters

The thoughts fly free

Giving truth the lee.

 

Lost minds unravel

As routes less travel

To places long ago

Places free to go.

◄ Amsterdam 1982

My Son ►

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