a dream i can’t remember
Sometimes I wake up and think of all the amazing things I’ve forgotten
I can’t remember any of the details
But the feeling is the same
A realization of genius crosses my mind
And the dream I can’t remember fades
God doesn’t follow me on sunday
Sundays are my worst days
The day be for work days
The rest day, Is best day
Not Friday, That’s my day
Went my way, Like Frank did
I tried and had migraines
On Sunday I cried
When God picked a side
left me to deep dive
In my mind
A wasteland designed
To define and divide
What’s wrong and what’s right
summer remains
2 winters have passed since
No cold cools this heat
Summer remains
Ice on the rain
Blood on the moon
Summer remains
how did we get here?
Sun on the horizon
the oasis we were seeking
Just a mirage of hope
This barren wasteland
Housing our destructive youth
How did we get here?
How will we leave?