A trip in the open

A Spur of the moment
a spark of lighting
energy crystals
founding a new land
a land of ice
"land ice"
mastering their cultures
our shit left behind
different regions
between the lines
the dead becomes the living
and where the wolf pack roams
but only in three
as two researchers
having a birds eye view
of the bouge forest

the day breaks

a lunch of warriors
magic tricks and football
under a bridge
where the junkies sleep
throughout the summer
the cob webs
of ancient spiders
and mini possums

the morning begins

lights in my eyes
arising from a dream
faces behind the door
unknown people
the paranoia boxing me in
but all i could do
was laugh the day away

The other side

being different,
feeling invisible
broken off from reality
trying to find my way home
being another person
a hidden box in the corner
my spirit descends in the havens
crossing borders, a failed check point
thrown back down to earth
living life on the road
not knowing where I will sleep next
changing scenes, I am confused
about you, the person I seek help from most
ridiculed by small mishaps
and nothing in return for you
a stereotyped friend
two sided story
with jokes on both ends
no matter what is done
its as two diverging lanes
meet under a bridge