Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

I want to escape this life To get away from here From now. This world isn't meant for me I don't have my own reasons to be here I don't have a desire to follow the rules. Get me out I'll bring someone with me We'll leave soon.

You know why I drink? It's so I don't think. I depress easy This is my sober moment. I might not sleep easy I'll probably think too much. I'll write a bit tonight I already have. This moment is mine It's not lost. It's here. This moment fills the sheet, Instead of the glass.

I don't have Anything clever to say Anything original to do. I would just like To have you here And we'll see where it goes. I haven't been Drinking tonight Or not thinking of you. I could really use You here next to me Wanting to be here.

Fresh rain OJ from a can New hoodie The front porch Thinking of you. A few tunes Crisp air Summer's ending. I write In very little light I want to dance with you The city as a backdrop What a picture.