Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

I write You read I talk You listen I huff

A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

We chose a path Not like the rest It took a strength That can’t be matched But since we have

I appreciate you Facilitating breakthroughs With love I didn’t know due This wretch without a clue

Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded