Soul Searching
People tend to judge
What they do not get.
As I lay here on my couch
I pack my bowl
And don’t regret.
I don’t regret The places that I've been.
Or
The people that I’ve met.
I’ve traveled Here and there
And back again
And yet I haven’t left.
I’ve seen the stars explode
Inside my soul.
And ashes sprout to life
When they mingle,
My mind tingles,
As the fire loses light.
So
Don't stop breathing,
Keep on dreaming,
Keep that fire
Burning bright.
Because this high
The only reason that-
I know I’m
Alive.
Copyright © Eli Pickle | Year Posted 2011
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