Lost in wondrous places
no limits inside here
rattling around my skull
thoughts augmented by the beer

Chasing them around all day
to put them on the page
makes me really tired
as I put them on the stage

I check into the Ritz
located in my soul
sleep on a buttery *******
and this rest does make me whole

Sleep is fast and hard
then I'm back it again
running through my neurons
looking for a place to swim

Fishing for my next write
casting out my line
wondering if it will have teeth
or if it will be divine

Living in the mind
is a scary place to be
sometimes things get out
you want no one to see

I talk down to myself
in Hotel Soulifornia
I try to escape
and say I tried to warn