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..