monotonous tones have set up camp here
in my daily ritualistic mode
I waft in and out
of consciousness
dreaming of purple castles and playa dust
genius babies and loving lust
gothic music and beach front kisses
velvet skies and attainable wishes
piercing eyes and gentle hand
precious life and forgotten sands
yet,
I focus on
the insanely trivial things in life
get over it, woman-child
(wake up and smell the roses)
