Soda Sofa Poem by Aston Marley

The boy was good and nice, easy going; ever smiling and ready. Whatever the elderly ones says must be cherish and never to be question.

The sofa was ready, the boy and his friends were sitting and sipping cold soda on the sofa. We are on journey but we're not running, the battle is not over until we won.

The soda is always with Lola, the journey was a lonely path to enlightenment. We went deep into reality, but illusion was far away, don't be afraid to trust a stranger in the land of uncertainty.