It dreamt of driving, another dimension
Out of the cities and out of the states
Staggering to the next room, no intoxication, the head keeps breaking down
The heart is racing, thud thud thud thud
Feeling of it's beat
Eyebrows dancing like butterflies
Hand trembles like an old timer
Stomach aches out of poison, but their were no such substance
Eyes twitch, gas breaks
Head aches, but feeling great
Driving out of the city, out of the states
Can't do it, it's impossible
Can't do it, it's too late
Wait it out, just a little while longer, they say
Good things come to those who wait
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Mediocre Poems
PoezjaThe title says it all. {temporary} #109 in Poetry (11/28/16) Highest Rank ~ #95 in Poetry (12/12/16)
