white pettles on ground
heavy trees with rain present
path i now do walk

im dreaming of the
future past present and a
nother dimension

my opinion i
don't care what you think i could
be wrong hahaha

ignorance teacher
of humanity pain and
suffering a tool

the brain perceives by
habituation unless
we choose consciousness
in the moment

i am not thinking
clearly no more drinking does
a toll on my mind

i aint afraid of nothing
   but myself
myself is all there is

i can see me sometimes clearly
   but mostly
cloud of doubt

called the ghosts of heaven
   to fill me
with all blessings

sometimes see the the devil
   in a fog
of make believe

myself is all there is