I haven't touched grass in 47 days
Felt the morning dew tickle my toes
but it was only a dream, i suppose
Continuing to daydream, sun’s rays-
Suns rays outline stark shadows in alleyways
It guides me to the east-side windows
Where the flowers used to grow, I’m in limbo
Dancing on reality’s threshold
freely flowing, breathless and glowing
Spirit, mind and body juxtaposed
swaying eyes closed, this is the place I go
Fantasy interpose yesterday
Was insanity overload and marigolds
Blue grass, dead grass, my head's a bouquet