Smoking in bed again.
Bed being the field of fescue not one hundred miles from my house.
More like 97.
This time I was waking up to starlit sky and a Dr. Pepper can. It made a handy ash tray when I was finished with it.
This would be the life if I actually enjoyed the outdoors.
Bug bites. Grass stains... back cramps.
And only one smokeable a week.
But they told me to step out into the light.
Because true love is searching too...
Money...
Fame...
It's all
OUT THERE.
When really I think most people need to spend more time
looking in here.
That's my theory anyway, and today I'm testing the opposition.
It hasn't quite worked out as anticipated yet.
Which was just what I expected...
or is that because of my attitude, my mentality
what I put into it.
Not sure if I know.
Or if I care.
But that's where I am.
Dunno where I'll be tomorrow.
Some place better than home.
I hope.
Some place better than real.
I hope.
Some place with you.
Can't blame a guy...
for wanting it all.
