In the deep dark caverns of my mind I go to visit all the time. I often slip and fall in some treacherous pit But up I get and down I sit To regroup and, revise my plan I contemplate my next move Can I keep going? Yes, I can!
I climb over the walls disappointments Have built I wade through pools of hurt And valleys of guilt Trying to find my way out I’m all covered in dirt As I struggle to once again find my self worth
What’s that in the distance? Is it light I see? Or a perhaps a glimmer of hope Well ,maybe…. Turns out its just shadows of skeletons From the past Trying to pull me down again I better move fast
Hoping that a clearing will soon appear Because I am cold and lost with fear. Another gleam of light I see I rush toward it I must get free At last I can climb out of this pit again To return another time to face the pain.
Look deep my friend and soon you will discover a special assignment for only you The siren song of the bong is strong fuming sacraments to exclusive green parties Tie yourself to the mast deny the hot blast It’s clear-monkeys
Don’t look deep into my eyes, who knows what you find inside? Is it the dreams that I lovingly hide, or are some demons residing inside. Am too afraid to let you know, Even too scared to make the show.
Tilted lips on the wet eyes. Below the lids was floating an island in a lake. Latched to a full moon I was trotting with snowshoes, trekking with stars. A volatile virginity rebounds ticking in your heart, spiteful. And I,