Lunar Thoughts.
Cadillac fantasies,
Moonlit dreams.
Fireflies danceing,
Over wandering streams.
Radio playing,
That Johnny Cash sound.
Cigarette in hand,
No worries to be found.
All alone on a dirt road,
Just my thoughts and me.
Things become blurry..
What could this mean?
The meds wear off,
Things aren't what they seem.
With a white room this lonely,
You atleast have to dream..
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