Delusional Trip.

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Sunshine slithers in through my windowpane
But I see no light through these wretched eyes
and I still wonder if my thoughts are sane
I hide behind my cellophane disguise

And I see couches floating in my head
And that's when I question humanity
I see colors in words that you have said
That's when I question my own sanity

Sometimes I wish I were still religious,
I wish I still knew how to be the same
Along with a lot of other wishes
But I don't think that God would know my name

Yet in these murky waters of my mind
Still lies the peace that I have yet to find.





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