I wrote this when I was high and found it the next day on my computer. I was really tripping and I barely remember what I was thinking of when I wrote it, but it still makes me feel weird.


Wander Forever:



Wet air catpures leaves
They hang from trees, too tired
The breeze laying down

A dark lake lies still
Gentle ripples touch its mask
It waits, as always

Bugs over damp grass
A thousand tasks for one mind
They do not give up

Sunlight falls to floor
Behind closed eyes, neurons spark
Wander Forever