It seems I'm in a desert,
Foot deep in sand.
My thirst seems not to bother me,
But why's that gun in my hand?
I hear the flutter of wings,
But I see no angels around.
Just some hungry birds,
Waiting for me to hit the ground.
How did I get here, I wish I knew?
Fell asleep as usual, am I high?
If it's a dream, will I ever awaken?
If I'm not awake now, where am I?
Love ya!
Jane
Michael D.