Trying To Once Again Be Found

Going to follow a destiny to lumber town Barely lost, trying to be once again found Showing my heart strings in simple pleasures. Wearing my cottons forgoing the leathers. Sharing my truth, taking pills that keep me down. Windows of happiness creeping in red vines around. Sanctifying my frankly narcotic induced state. Meet me in lumber town. Where the next move I shall make. Narcotics are not for some of us, changing us completely. I am not one to type up words that make no sense indeedly. I am one who is trying to weed these pills down and out. The wee in me is trying to drowned out the way they cause a shout.