From a soundless sleep I awaken,
Psychotic insanity I am not faken,
My breathing static, my heart racing,
No longer in the field with the horsies grazing…
I cannot feel my feet,
My mind and body separate,
On my pillow I did leave my head,
Am I part & parcel of the grateful dead…
My head does pound even with medication,
What’s left of my soul is headed for cremation,
Am I indeed headed for total body termination,
Or is this just a nightmarish aberration…
© ed `~ 01/02/08
Love,
Susan
Your smokin' too much pot...LOL!
Love and Peace Out~
Kimmy~
Me too!!
Love tinka
Al
SLEINTE ! TOM.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
At least you're going sane. :)