Slightly slipping from simple sanity into something surely far from sane
What’s wrong with waiting within the withering wreck of my weary brain?
Your right in reconciling reality to the un-real realm of my ridiculous dream.
Grounded now, growing greedily into gregarious gestures of glorious gleam.
Breathing now, before beseeching bitter bottled feelings of beginnings before.
Meanwhile, the morbid mess of muffled mass managed to miraculously ebb more.
I truly feel all better now,
Thank you friend…
Dedicated to my friend, Dave Wood