5/20/12

Head.
In Bed.
Wish I was dead.
Silent in the room.
Quiet as can be,
Yet loud as a boom.
My thoughts have no direction,
My emotions have no connection.
Creativity is ever flowing,
Nowhere will I be going.
Contradict my mind does,
As if hazed in a buzz.
Don't really know what is next,
I just try to do my best.
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Earth, my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Earth my soul to take.
To be fused with Great Lakes,
To be mixed but not in vain.
As if to be part of one,
To never ever be undone.