I came to the Relazation, I don't give a ****. Only when I'm high as ******* some Man made ether- Now, etherized it's easier to comprehend the demensions that led to my mental demise. Yet and still. I don't give a ****.
Numb.
No need for the clenching of hearts or worry some eyes- This is a different "Numb".
Confusing your senses to where you Hear color, Taste sound See beauty in all belonging to God An feel only with your heart-
I'm riding on cloud 9 - Yea, high... Surfacing on a pen that's barely scratching The surface of my potency.
My being is being caressed by night fall, Stillness finds space to fit and slip down shoulders once burdened with all but a dream.
Reality never touched me here So it's easy to imitate a crescent for my lips main wear.
Corners peaked Gracing cheekbones once hidden Now amplified by rose colored bliss.
I wish I could stay here - Live within my imagination Because in this realm- Creativity added to a heart of gold Not affiliated with currency Is riches.
Unfortunately, I can't stay trapped in this... dream- Because like that 14 year old school boy My imagination too, has a curfew.
Only is at 8 a.m. When the alarm sounds for me to mask my desires In a blue collar- To work the "grave yard shift"- For a dreamer. Hmm...
I guess my stress will greet your relief again at 5. Or if I can't wait to embrace that comforted race- I may have to show face on my next lunch break.