I take my one day
I follow through with Escher’s eye
Till the grave soil is my eyes event horizon
A heatwave and a cold goodbye for a good samaritan
Living through Dalí dreams
But the birds apprehend blind love
Stargazing through stained glassed windows
I told you I can’t swim for you
But I can breathe all while
Wondering my world wide worth
In these prisons fornever
For I can I get lost in the green eyes in the sunflower maze

Maybe I’m already dead
Maybe I’m living with death
Everything breaks down then works out
Maybe I’m exchanged with Ying and Yang
Guess I’ll find out
•
I browse through a book shelf
I pick up on the words and dialect
I put it down for I collect paragraphs
For different subjects
I never judge by the cover
But this albums artwork speaks volumes
The cashier hands over my change
I walk through these bright exit doors
The sunlight hits my eyes as they constrict
They get fixed on a man with open hands
•
His jaundice eyes plead
But money is not his need
He's visiting in town
He stems from Alabama
His boots planted in my city
With a dead flip phone
With no way to his a-wayward home
As he describes a street I’m not familiar with
He walks against me
He gets on his hands and knees
As he is now actually pleading
I say I will
•
Maybe I’m already dead
Maybe I’m living with death
Everything breaks down then works out
Maybe I’m exchanged with Ying and Yang
Guess I’ll find out

It’s 5pm, I’m in need of silence
The drinks are no longer needed
I cross my legs on my board
The wheels sit while my mind rolls
Picturing all of my madness
Photo album revels past tenses
Forecasting future storm shoots
My minds a blank canvass
Hi, I’m Drew, I’m whatever
You chose to draw me as
Me, I simply describe me
As an old soul for the soul reasoning
Of bringing a dead flower new life
The rain cuts and the light shined colorizes
You’re colored eyes mix me up
It’s all good I’m moving soberly
Yet I’m heavily tripping onward with
Everyone sketching out
My mind, screaming
But my voice doesn’t shout out
My meditation doesn’t allow it
So I quiet it down
Listening to the choir now
Daydreaming on Dalí’s drawings
We rely on time just for it to melt
These flowers we plant grow far out
And in the lake water we stare at
Reflect skeptic thoughts
On the shape of our existence
Dalí illustrating my insight
My black canvas emphasizes
My meditation is just a dream
Life isn’t really this demeaning
I’m caught zoning off
My eyes open to the sun sleeping
I grab a grip
And I skate it off