People screaming,
not sure about what,
not sure if I want to know.
Pecaeful in my sleep,
drooling blood from my brain,
happy as can be,
ignorant of the world around me.
Space will firmly embrace me,
sleep and darkness carress me,
dreams of nature,
vibrant flower growing all over
the pulsar.
Drugs might numb my mind,
but who wants to think clearly,
if you could be happy instead?
