Entitled; Space.

Space

Sat back, sound

Sucking on a solar spliff
Drinking in the thoughts of the minds that im smoking with
Waves float, they reside and ride
Rolling tingles in and around the spine
What a time
Would you change it?
There's Many worse off so how good can you make it?

Pleasure is precisely that,

acute and obtuse
Taking shapes in my brain to meander their move

Away in the air,

we've extinguished our mare
If the bank is our bed, then the sky is our chair
My body's in notts but my minds at the fair
Im there
Thoughts of bright lights and tight sights to pull the plan to a pause

 Cheer

Clap for the cause
If he's in then he's in
If he's sure then he's sure
There goes nothing
she's sure he's bluffing
He's crossed the White line
This game is his sport

Escape to enact

Wear your words as your cape
Don your dreams as your hat
Use the bite for your sake
Use the front for her back


WOW! This is a poem written by my best friend and partner in crime. All credit due to Mr Corey Drewry; the mastermind behind this little gem. Kinda inspires me to write a little something something myself, i've had writers block as of late!  GRR.