Better Days

I've closed my eyes and saw everything.
Wind cold as ice, sun's heat is burning.
The sweet smell of the green grass growing
Taste like mellow mint merely melting.
I fell asleep. Dreamt about the past,
But the future rips it off, always.
Still, present often finds the best ways
To play with laughter, lonely and lust.
I woke up feeling a bit sweaty;
Listened to Bob and lit a reefer.
Thinking tomorrow gives me fever,
Time to face up the reality.
Suddenly she came, her pink dress sways.
I smiled and said, "I've seen better days."

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