The sun bestows a smile upon me
the grass grows before my eyes
I just saw a bumblebee dance
beneath the vividly pulsating sky
people talk without their voices
dogs meow and cats bark
roads all lead to where they start
I do believe I'm high.
(I'm sorry it defies both the notion of being a good poem and probably all the rules of poetry.)
the grass grows before my eyes
I just saw a bumblebee dance
beneath the vividly pulsating sky
people talk without their voices
dogs meow and cats bark
roads all lead to where they start
I do believe I'm high.
(I'm sorry it defies both the notion of being a good poem and probably all the rules of poetry.)
Looks like we're not going down after all, so nevermind.