Monday, August 4, 2008


I'm at a loss of words,
Fuzzy feeling.
Not quite sure if I'm heard,
Messy dealings.

Make it through the night,
Stay awake.
I could be alright,
My mind will bake.

Stay right here,
I'll just rot.
Thoughts will clear,
Maybe not.

I'll decompose,
Going to sleep.
And flower a rose.
I'm going deep.

I'll tell you again,
My mind is in a lull.
Cause you are a friend,
There is no equal.

Lots of sugar,
Is this a dream?
Feels so real,
Lots of cream.

Say the word,
I'll say when.
All this is,
Is paper and pen.