poem

Mar 19, 2007 20:38

this ode to death
this song of rain
the gloriously beautiful pain
this ever falling rising tide
the everlasting roller coaster ride
we fall and fall not learning at all
it hurts when we rise
and open our glazed eyes
to a bright new day
in the morning we'll pay
the lesson plan is a session man
drink and smoke bong rips and tokes
pop this pill, i bet you will
regret it, the come down i mean
this trip is obscene
these drugs are creative
these minds are sedative
this conversation is boring
in my mind its snowing
attention defficit
i'm sick of it
this red eye this musical tie dye
sounds are colors
tasting sight
left is right
this might end tonight
rediscover the past in the present tense
futures uncertain but tomorrow its curtains
close the drapes and fall asleep
rest in peace and rise deceased
an endless view it comes in twos
twice as nice for half the price
living or dieing whose deciding
sliding forward on the ice
here im not walking i'm riding
my destiny is yours to see
and mine to be
my destination is different my location unchanged
thoughts travel on a different plane
not space or time
not here
not now
away somehow
goodnight all
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