Floating on,
Currents drawn,
Swirls of sleep,
Behind my eyes,
In today’s complete,
Tomorrows promised land,
Got to keep,
From entering the deal,
With the sand man,
Answers creep,
Crawl over the black mind,
Hmmmm, what’s lurking behind,
The exile of the sane is insane,
Insane is crazy but sane has insane in it,
I don't get it,
How do they get inside?
Working motors and drive trains,
Turning around in me brain,
Retrain,
Refrain,
Think it,
See it,
Let it go,
Drift on……….
If hurts so good,
With this pen,
I will do it again,
I will do it again…………….
FenniganT (RIP Pops) 10.31.10
