Here I am on the back porch
Dreaming again, always dreaming
Its a lucid ocean with just
enough bubbles to breath
Playing all fifty two cards
I thought it was hearts
And they all call rummy
Its warmer indoors these days
So I sleep because I am dreaming again
And I always remember just enough
to forget
The sky is forever blue
And we wonder
What to make of this existence
On the verge of cosmic concoisness
I reach out into the darkness
searching for strange sighns of life
Know it will all one day
Make sense in the morning
We have been here
A thousend times before
I’m at the door between my past
and my future flying in fast
I step out to the beyond
Going from peon
To self proclaimed king
But its just the motion
Of the waves again
Pushing me in any direction
With the highist of highs
And the lowest of lows
With no road map
Of where to go
The mellow drama
Plays like violins
and chellos
I bellow soft into the stars
and take my throne at
Dive bars