I dream in vivid crimson
Waking hours spent in haze
In truth, I really know nothing
But I pretend I know much more
The grass tickles my feet
Trapsing through the old fields
Eternally gratifying feed to the soul
Who know's what comes next?
It leaves me without hopeful dreams
Yet when I wake the fruits are ripened
And I, everlasting, lay down next to you
Unknown "roommate" Feisty
- 16 years, 10 months, 23 days ago