I was lying on the
grass on Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat
My mind was thugged all laced and bugged all twisted wrong and
beat
A comfortable three feet deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning
Always
Noted on my time
A little left off center now
Reflect
As I realize
That all I
Need is to find
A little bit about to sit
like the sun like a star in the sky
It just makes