Dreaming of Mountains
Words flowing from the fountain
of my mouth, but ignited in my Brain
and it all catches flame
suddenly I'm insane with thoughts that I can't keep
my memory's not that deep
I need to save them, nourish them
I write them down and flourish them
this whorish pen, that always puts out
loosens my fears and all my doubts
I've gone without, in order to Go
the key to life is Living to Know
But I can't know it all
That's why I roll the ball
of curiosity, into everything I see
and I wonder
I wonder so much about so little
but the little things matter
there's no cat without the fiddle
theres no cake without the middle
the filling is what tastes good
I've done some bad things
but I mix them up and make good
with myself and this Universe
a potpourri of stars
mixed with soil and fabric and electric-slide guitars
I know who I are, and I know that's bad grammar
but I take pen to paper
and go harder than a hammer
I don't stammer, I don't stutter
my mind is in the gutter
but I speak like a queen with a Dream
and I'm only nineteen
I've seen some things but freedom rings
and the bell is on Earth
so forget about Hell
cause heaven is tangible
if my life is merely manageable
and I can do it with strength
and my dreams at arms length
they inch closer to my fingers
as the breath of beauty lingers
I grasp it, I gasp, spit
Shit! make this feeling last!
The past, it's over
I take this bulldozer
to my attitude and solitude
with gratitude
it's Solid, dude.