Scorpio

In the eyes of a Scorpion, 

from the inside out.
They say we are the ocean,

deep without a doubt.

Can be hidden,
& go to the extremes,
nothing is forbidden,
'cause we're meant to live our dreams.

An ocean of emotions,
need to keep it cool,
fly high just with a notion, 

intuited, no school.

Salty water,
we're afraid of getting hurt.
If you could feel a quarter,
of what we feel, you'd go berserk.

Not likely the norm, 
will hand over the merit,

but you see Scorpions are born,

on natural psychedelics,

so don't give no Scorpion,
no LSD,

and that is a caution,  
we're another specie.

The sting in our tail,
may come your way.
If the Scorpion fails,
there's always another day.

Militant nature,

tsunami intact.

 We bow to our Creator,

& our destiny attracts.

Death helps us grow,
& we always come seeded.

We go with the flow,
& we flow where needed.

Sexually guided,

towards Universal Truths.

Open your third eyelids,

to the oceanic groove.