woke up,
     feeling like even God would hit snooze,
     and wait for prayers
     to remind him of life,
     in flashes,
     that interupt the flooding of reason

blazing on a section of the sun,
that wants nothing more
than to burn us all alive,
but settles for providing a sunny day
to the dirty waters that encase a paradise,
I only wish was a state of mind
    that I could cross into,
         and gaze out from,
              passing looks of...

     know it all and,
     know it best

the likes of which couldn't have survived 1985,
I'm sure

rightfully so,
to save themselves from
resting unnaturally above the 'bubbling lips'

     that will make the same
     rewarding mistakes
     as I have,
     answered by the same questions,

     I only hope I don't die with.