I have a perfume called Vida.
It smells like bergamot and limes
And it makes me feel alive.
It is regal in a bottle and whenever I wear it, I am complemented for
How sweet I smell.

This perfume doesn't bring me life, however,
(My mother brought me life and my soulmate keeps it going)
It simply reminds me that Vida is in fact within my veins-
It reminds me that I am alive even though there are days where it feels like
I am dead.

Thirsty bunch of dogs
baying at the stars,
Let loose and Come Find Yourself
down by the reservoir.

Shadows Of Ourselves
been walking insofar.
Heaven's Gonna Burn Your Eyes
down by the reservoir.

You know what they say,
Every dawg has its day
so we'll Smoke 'Em
down by the reservoir.

Dreams and hopes and big ambitions
Love for learning and brighter visions
Adolescence, and fruition
And classrooms where words once spoke.

Of walls that smell like laughter
Of dreams caught, sought after
Of webs of friends and short-lived lovers,
And paper where thoughts were written

Like floors of white, and walls the same
With lockers red, where we once came
In mornings, lunch and afternoon
Conversations end too soon.

With handshakes, of high fives,
Cars that we would drive,
Tests we took, and times we shared
And teachers who were always there

In preparation, in development
In transformation, of evidence
Of formation, of foundation,
And grey steps that lead inside