Passed out legs crossing sitting there
My friends giggle and laugh
My body stays fixed however
Giving no rise to the world around it
Inside the wandering mind a
mountain of coal is dropping from
the sky neatly wrapped wry
Again they laugh
It's new year's eve and fesitivies are
the people's cry.
Far in the confused mind
is heading south, north, east, west
thinking each bend awaits his promise.
only at the end to accomplish weary feet
Best they help me out, they think
So they throw me a pillow and
a few sheets. Gratified
they walk away leaving me to lay
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