Sunday morning trippin front porch sittin
Wishin I had some more
Its funny the perspective of the normal form
While other dimensions lay dorm
Watching and listening to whats going on outside
Aura glistening I thought had died
Sun rising on a new day, breathing life
My thoughts mesmerizing my eyes and I try
To rationalize my decisions and
Break down my visions
Of where I'm headed
I pray my intentions receive some credit
My tummy rumbles yet it pains me much
Funny mumbles til I gasp and clutch
Seven in the morning now
Sun is almost on me now
Will I melt as I'm bathed in it's rays?
A feeling never felt once I'm caught by its gaze
This moment more perfect than ever imagined
Had to write this to prove myself it happened