Drop Box

one track mind

thinking all the time

careful not to slip a disc

careful not to slit my wrist

keep my spine straight

aligned, in tune with

the going on and happenings

still taking advice

from that still small voice

there is nothing to life

but a choice to choose

do you, in the meantime

coz, in the end time

there's nothing left to do

except but die

fact is we are all infinite

we are all Heaven sent

we are all meant

filled with purpose, appointed

anointed earthlings

tap the tree of knowledge

getting hazed is what we

do in college and some

other stuff we won't mention

it goes down in the kitchen

heat flows from the oven

grandmas baking a pan of lovin

when I was a tot, I heard 3 shots

blood ran all over my socks

had to change into another pair

couldn't walk up the stairs

wall to wall white carpet

everywhere underneath my feet

can't shake the thought

a 60 watt light bulb in a lamp

I can't watch, change the station