Heart & mind,


Heart & mind,
Can we leave this page?
Can you take me away on your magic carpet ride?
What’s the point?
I haven’t really gone anywhere have I?
Row, row, row your boats,
Gently down the stream.
Row, row, row your boats,
Our Lives were but only dreams.
So what’s the point?
Will I wake up?
Why do I have an umbrella?
I thought we were on a river?
I need a rafting paddle,
But I’m up shit creek.
A paddle doesn’t do much in solid waste,
But what’s the umbrella for in this river of shit?
Am I supposed to be fortunate it’s not storming?
Oh, knock on wood, yes; I don’t want to jinx myself with line sixteen.
I don’t want to be full of shit when the autopsy shows my x-ray.
Thank life’s good side for the umbrellas through a possible shit storm.
We’ve been riding a wild, nasty ride since we were born.
Heart & mind,
All I can hope,
Is that we get through this shit storm together.
Row, row, row your boats,
Gently down the stream of shit ridden with bad memories and inner-demons.
Row, row, row your boats,
Our Lives could just as well been nightmares.

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