Beat

[truth_reaver]

I have nothing to think on
but what I cannot think
so I'll drift oft into my thoughts
and wandering in thirst i sink

into the river cold and clear
down the stream i float along
wet and brown like richest beer
and i can feel the river's song

and find a draught to drink
a draught to drink
a drought i think
of drafts to think

to think in drafts
as wind blows past
above the drought
of mental plain

if earth is fallow
why dig in crust
to look for shallow
thoughts in shallow dust?

why not soar
in skies of mind
out of origin
into the sky

human wishes he could fly
but toils harsh upon the earth
and when man looks into the sky
the thoughts he has are given birth

so if my mind then is the earth
and its thoughts dryed up to me
then why not soar out of the mind
let in all possibility?