Some souls  just feel
like you’ve known them forever

If I could
rearrange the Earth,
all of the flowers would
spell your name.

It’s not really clear
through smoke
and stale beer
the reason
we’re here is
‘cause
dopamine steers…

(Wishing)
Not on stars, or skies
Not on rocks, or trees
Not on mountains, or valleys
Or on rivers, or streams

Not on daylight, or night
Not on waking, or sleep
Not on coins, or on clovers
But on prayer that you will see
(Me)