Come to my island Gilligan
It’s so much calmer than the waters your sitting in
You feel like a kid again
I think that’s the ego sin
Refuse to shatter the facades of your own expectations
Still chasing fantasies
But continue to drown in your waterfalls then
Angelically
I grace the waters
Gyrate my hips against the current
Allowing the beat of the ocean to be my dedicated drum
You seem to enjoy the waves of my motion
My dear doesn’t this feel fun?
How cum?
Come to your senses
This parade you’re missing
I hope you plan to visit
It’s the place of beautiful oasis
But that rock of land you keep sitting
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 