Staring off into the deep cliff I have known my whole life.
Down the rocky rock face, and green tree bushes everywhere.
The everlasting encampment calls me once more to dose,
And I lost myself again through my persuasive being.

Using the green rouged plant to calm my darkness, I view the cliff.
Knowing this enchanting view so adrift, and yet so beautiful in its presence.
Realizing it’s not worth being under the influence of the plants around me.
My fault, needs to fall, its making me feel at one again.  

This fault has grounded my sorrow twofold.
My hopelessness has been ever-present that still ensues.
I can’t keep trying to view the cliff dazed and confused.
Sitting near the edge up close to these high cliffs.

This encampment suits my lazy desires.
Feeling like the greenish perch fixed along its edges.
Seeking rejuvenation and patience through this moment in time.
Just because you want it, it doesn’t mean you need this pastime.

She dances off in the distance, like a distant creek ever flowing.
My pain is off the bluff falling to the path below.
No more views with its tempting persuasion.
Her love numbs this pain oh so worthwhile.