A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
I hear a girl whisper, when I’m lying in my bed. She talks about
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
A glass is empty, sitting on the kitchen counter, or it’s broken all
The world has it’s disillusions, and you can’t trust because not
I’m peaceful like a dove, or a still pool of water.
I want to get high, cause I’m feeling low. I want to feel
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was
Johnny lost a lover, his dearest friend. Johnny’s eyes
If you can hear me, I want to tell you that me and the Hippies have a similar
We live in a shoe box, and we can’t get our minds around the
I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses