Electric Fields

When the hue of earth takes on golden mother's birth, we shall live electric.
Grazin' lazin' sun gazin'... Fuckin' amazin'!
The tramp's eyes reveal society's lies to all who can see, all who don't wanna be, someone, something; be everything, we're all in every thing.
Electric fields of human energy yields our true calling, the sun will shine again, the power will dismantle itself undoing wealth to the few. Welcome people, open arms.

I believe some call this ghost writing, no thought should go into it just that of the immediate. Write it down, if it rhymes great, if it doesn't even better.