Oct 04, 2005 16:34
again
i lay in my bed
bored and broken
tired and toking
green nickel bags
lay all over the floor
and as i die
i only want more
i want to dive into the ocean
and swim with all the fish
full of life and color and
breathing under water
against the current
rising
falling
the ocean becomes me
and i drink in life
laying at the sandy bottom
the sun sets
and the last ray shines
through a kaleidiscope of sky
the fish they tell me stories
i close my eyes
and sleep
im trying not to loose my head. ha ha ha