Laying awake
Praying for my soul
Taking the ticking seconds in
As they flash by quick and instant
Leeward Receding
Backward stars into the distance
My mind will wander towards that
Strange astral
Unknowing lack of will
Hoping that maybe I'll land on some
Toadstool of another view
After I've gorged my fill
There's gonna be some string
That my soul rides back home
Following it like a dipping power line
Oscillating along the ***** road
But it's all relative
Maybe It will come in an instant
Crashes through the door and out I go
Reaching down the barrel
For lost time
Maybe I'll do it to myself
A crumbling temple in the sand
Reaching ever higher in the mind
As it all erodes out beneath
And like a tree
I fall
And nobody is there to hear me
All that'll be left is this
A word, a thought, some dream of bliss
I can't claim to know.
Had I known,
What future had been sowed
Perhaps I would have found a better way
Back home
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
Laying awake
Praying for my soul
Taking the ticking seconds in
As they flash by quick and instant
Leeward Receding
Backward stars into the distance
My mind will wander towards that
Strange astral
Unknowing lack of will
Hoping that maybe I'll land on some
Toadstool of another view
After I've gorged my fill
There's gonna be some string
That my soul rides back home
Following it like a dipping power line
Oscillating along the ***** road
But it's all relative
Maybe It will come in an instant
Crashes through the door and out I go
Reaching down the barrel
For lost time
Maybe I'll do it to myself
A crumbling temple in the sand
Reaching ever higher in the mind
As it all erodes out beneath
And like a tree
I fall
And nobody is there to hear me
All that'll be left is this
A word, a thought, some dream of bliss
I can't claim to know.
Had I known,
What future had been sowed
Perhaps I would have found a better way
Back home
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