Young Warrior... A Wish Painted Upon The Velvet Sky

As our rock spins forever and a day, my mind follows suit, trapped in a whirlwind of absurdity. Oh, what a sight it was to find that stone, nestled in a hole, defying gravity with its topsy-turvy stance. At that point, they couldn't weave their dark spells, casting shadows upon our world, threatening all that we hold dear.

Oh, young warrior, how our foundation crumbles. Why discard our symbolic rock, once a beacon against those evil warlocks?

And there you stand, finger outstretched, eager to lay blame upon me. But I, my friend, remain courageous in my disbelief.

Together, we forge redemption, turning fate's tide. No more wickedness to mock us. Grip the stone, rise as one. Strike fear, revive lost hope. Young warrior, rewrite our destiny. Embrace power, reclaim the stone. Our united spirit leads to triumph and glory.

Picture it, if you will, a wish painted upon the velvet sky, amidst the winding alleys of the city.

Yet, your demands for answers ring hollow, for even you cannot fathom the reasons behind your relentless pursuit. In the realm of my mind, time is but a ghostly illusion, its existence rendered irrelevant.

It is the fleeting moments, the minuscule wonders, that fuel my profound happiness. To dwell by the sea, that is my sole desire, where the waves of freedom crash upon the shores of my being. Ah, the irony! It is indeed good, nay, glorious to be free.

But tell me, what would be your response if I were to proclaim that true significance lies not in your words, but in your actions?

Let us return, my young warrior, to the place where it all began. Together, we shall wander the pavement, embarking on our audacious dreams. For in this whimsical dance of life, where irony reigns supreme, we shall find solace and meaning.

- JSPC [ Wanton The Street Artists ]