I looked in the mirror this morning and an honest man shooting daggers back at me.
i coughed in defense at the weak image i saw, after i inhaled some smarts.
I ate the forbidden fruit
when you told me not to.
I rode towards the mountains knowing they'd never get closer.
Some chick in a black leather skirt had 'NOT TODAY' tattoed on her thigh.
She saw my eyes,
knew i was of her kind and then she asked for a ride.

A thousand meters past the sands and the ocean is blue.
Flying close to the water.
You can feel it.
So coool.
I just want the strength that grows within the garden inside the plastic bag.

I use to think the key i had would open the doors i'd only read about,
but the key was made of glass.
I spray painted a worm hole right on that door and then I crawled right through.
I grabbed a-hold of my bag
cuz it was all I had to help me blow my mind.
I made it through unharmed and there it was...
A world that won't allow the pain.
only joy and no pain.
I just want the strength that grows within the garden inside the plasitc bag.

by matt fromm

Comments (2)

in the midst of all the irony and everything going downhill, there's forever that garden in a plastic bag for anyone to climb into if they make their own way. i like his one alot. i'll have t read it again later when i'm not so tired.
stuning write charged with energy and emotion Thanks Nik