november in nowhere
This town remains
in isolation
Cold Grey morning
wall of mist
birthed from swollen
tip top so cal mountainous beauty
hiding us from (inadvertantly
hiding from us as well)
Great Golden sand deserts
and desperate freedom and love
And Truth...
Truth Universal..
They say my thoughts are crazy
But what child of white nights
and darker days
does not possess some tick
some confusing imbalance
some addiction to a substance
or just substance all...
We fell in the solitary well
The magical valley in isolation
Bred like insanity and pennicilin
We, all here, go crazy
but stay healthy
And remain forever ignorant
to golden piss lies
and love in the hard life
Its all want want ignore fuckin ignore
here in Nowhere