Its all in the experience.
From the flower  petals
a child tosses before a bride,
to the rain water the ****** used
to get himself well again.

The Pills you thought
were good for you.
And the woman who took
all she could from you.

It makes up the hours
you spent locked away.
And those Golden days
when you had
her and she needed you.

Set here upon the Earth
to wonder, to grow.
To believe in the lies while
only dreaming of the truth.

Men as leaders set
forth the course
to keep the lies as truth
and the world as round.

Reach that age of understanding
survived their Wars
and their Drugs.
Just to be cast
aside for believing
in the truth.

Fell hard and lingered
at the bottom.
Picked up a book
and buried a friend.
Took the time to add it
all to my experience.

Watch me as
I grow.

The only way for recreation
is by spending more time
on  recreation .
Do what it is
that makes your
heart happy.

Beneath the shade of
the swaying Palm Fronds
I block out the cities worth
of screaming sirens.
And take the time to add it all
to this.
Whats left of  my Experience.