The day Jerry Garcia Came Out of a Tree and Talked to Me

this poem is about a trip I had a few months ago

This day, quickly passes itself by
Time races, and still I will try
To find myself, who the hell am I?
What am I doing in this lie
20 pills is all that I'll ever need
give or take a few, as i feel my brain bleed
45 minutes later I can't see straight
Everything planned out for me, even my fate
I look at the ground, and try to hide
but ants are breeding, thousands at a time
crawling around me, I watch the grass grow
blades popping out, I really just don't know
What the hell is going on with this
losing reality, but finding my own bliss
In this little world, I struggle to open my eyes
Cuz the back of my eyelids see truth in the lies
Talking to a friend for hours, who's not even really there
Light a cigarette, take a drag, its gone and its not fair
Voices, music in my head, driving me deaf
This world has ended there is nothing left
Except me, alone, everyone is sleeping dead
I can't get these voices out of my head
As I close my eyes, I see more things, I'm aware
Seeming so real, but they are not really there
I look to the tree, a face appears and stares back at me
Distorted, I wonder who the hell it could be
But out comes Jerry Garcia, and he talks in the distance
a guitar appears, in his hands,and I see signs of resistance
He speaks to me, with words I could never explain
But I play guitar, and sing with him, am I truly insane?
Is this a dream, can I ever awake from this trance
when I come down, I know I've lost this chance

 

i really enjoyed this...it was great...it flowed well and the way it was written i could feel the intesity and the confusion...good job...

 

*snaps fingers, plays bongos*

 

teehee thank you