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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