© Jaimey Perham 06/19/2011

I just walked myself into an old fashion southern fox trap

Adorned with extravagant things not on any urban city map

The truth is always left to that of one’s own reality and experience

No matter what we receive from our home planet’s inheritance

Somewhere between the depths of inner and outer space

The aliens call home in the star body & on the symbolic plastic face

God speaks to us only when we open our hearts and ask

Unfortunately, most of us go through life with an iron mask

Soon I will be back home again away from this extraordinary place

In the arms of the ones I love, and my friends on heaven’s base

Learned so much knowledge from the visit, can’t let that go to waste

Tired, now time to cut free from this fox trap of fear without a trace