© 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
Be always safe,
Karen