i was laying down on my couch letting my mind drift and i kinda came up with this poem about xanax, other substances and surfing,
im half asleep sari if it sucks dumps its a rough outline before i forget the jist
i have ridden many waves and came out clean,
smooth and with style, everytime for a while
let the waves wash me ashore and with a smile
i tell my friends what a great ride and time it has all been
i paddled out on the deceivingly peaceful xanax sea
i tried to catch the wave
but when it came i paddled to catch it
well it just barrelled down, and sent me beneath the crashing of its wave
the water surrounds me the echoing ring of the sea surrounding me
my head pops out the top
i catch a breath then another wave crashes above me im submerged in the salty water
i struggle , to swim , to save myself,
the smile has been washed off my face
, each time i come close to saving myself
another wave dunks me under,
i break to the surface once more
i see the people receding as they stand on the shore
with one hand waving
and the other trying to swim to shore in this xanax sea
that is gunna destroy me
i cant give up i gotta make it back on land
no more stories, no more head held high,
this sea is beating the hell out of me,
mouthfuls of water from the xanax sea
has it so i cant breathe
im almost free im almost free,
wash me up and let me out of this water and onto the sand
well sorry for the rambling rough sketch, im tired, the idea came to me as i lied there letting thoughts drift,figure type at least the jist cuz i know it'll be forgot by tommorow, i surfed alot of the other seas and never been trapped like this,
pretty lame huh /???
im half asleep sari if it sucks dumps its a rough outline before i forget the jist
i have ridden many waves and came out clean,
smooth and with style, everytime for a while
let the waves wash me ashore and with a smile
i tell my friends what a great ride and time it has all been
i paddled out on the deceivingly peaceful xanax sea
i tried to catch the wave
but when it came i paddled to catch it
well it just barrelled down, and sent me beneath the crashing of its wave
the water surrounds me the echoing ring of the sea surrounding me
my head pops out the top
i catch a breath then another wave crashes above me im submerged in the salty water
i struggle , to swim , to save myself,
the smile has been washed off my face
, each time i come close to saving myself
another wave dunks me under,
i break to the surface once more
i see the people receding as they stand on the shore
with one hand waving
and the other trying to swim to shore in this xanax sea
that is gunna destroy me
i cant give up i gotta make it back on land
no more stories, no more head held high,
this sea is beating the hell out of me,
mouthfuls of water from the xanax sea
has it so i cant breathe
im almost free im almost free,
wash me up and let me out of this water and onto the sand
well sorry for the rambling rough sketch, im tired, the idea came to me as i lied there letting thoughts drift,figure type at least the jist cuz i know it'll be forgot by tommorow, i surfed alot of the other seas and never been trapped like this,
pretty lame huh /???
