Thank you for giving music and voice to my innermost sensations
I had no way of expressing in my youth
Thank you for reminding me that it is beautiful at times, being human
It echoes in my heart,
When my mind is too loud
I don’t need a cigar
Just some time and
I’ll be fine with
High hopes or
Out of being high from
That sweet stratocaster sound
A human being is a poem
Being written constantly
Being unaware of the
Shortage of ink, it might think
It has seen its end.
Thank you for the engless supply of
Ink Pink Floyd. I love you for that.
In the end, which one is Pink ?
All of us I say.
