Blessed are the young
The animals
The mountain people
The charmingly innocents
****** I seemingly
Am smart enough to see
But too dumb to act
I get glimpses though
In dreams
Visions come to me
And go
As quick as light
At a flick
I ponder half awake
A cigarette glowing the
Last dregs of last
Nights keg
Running through me
So I ****
Think reminiscent
Of the visions
Last nights tempting the
Day breaking
Again and nothing
Changed.
Who hasn't?