I heard the waves calling me, splattered rain made its way drifting me to mahogany.
Carved my imagery into the root of the tree, I took a hard path away from the ones who were rooting for me.
I opened my eyes for the blind who couldn’t see, needed a reason to keep on living while they were polluting the scene.
Traveled coast to coast to discover the different brands of ****, weak glands made it hard to breathe.
I saw my sins come to life in another dream, waking up to a misty breeze on the shore, while the waves were calling me.