Yellow lines sprawl out before my eyes,
The fumes are making the mundane
Feel surreal. Sometimes it's good to
Be tired. Because today everything is
Funny and the filter between my brain
And mouth has been removed. Satire
And sarcasm are fee flowing and I
Feel witty even if only I think so. Today
Is like a shadow of a dream, almost like
I'm floating and like my thoughts could
Will things into existence around me.
Later I'll crash and burn and it will
Be glorious, Zzzz's flying and logs
Sawing, my body like a rock and
My mind flying high as a kite.