Do Ra Me

Do Re Me How I lay in bed and eyes wide awake I de-tuned my brain and become free from a river flow Bombarded by doing things that makes no sense I now felt the lose seep through the fields of unconscious self Vacantly awaiting understanding Purposely knowing these sparks fly without memory Memories are what I live for i know this Without I become somewhat undone I have seen myself in another existence A comfort like that locomotive horn a horn in the distance What is too much to handle If becomes cause a spark that lights a touch that becomes too much Cruel irony someones idea of fun Sadistic charm you can tell i' am on the run I think of the beautiful African songs That are perfect in simplicity and born to be free. I wish I could be a song a song like these Where I could lay dusty for years One day to be picked out to be someone's favorite Living for sadness that burns in my heart Promises to a collection a connection of thoughts A song that will leave it's mark upon these rocks. Fa So La Te Do