oceania eaton

Not sure where I am

But look at you, crazy moon,

With you I’m not lost

I sit here jammin

I don’t know who’s couch this is

The dude on my left

Has eyeballs tattooed all black

At least they play good music

i know an old lady

who sits on a hill

she wanna get wavy

so she take a pill

this world is so crazy

but she’s rockin still

now her minds hazy

dancing at her own will

and at older than eighty

the old lady fell down the hill

bliss dissolves into the feeling

of spring in the air

weightless and floating

free of despair

going , not knowing

everything’s fair

no one’s unhappy

there’s glitter in the air