Let’s paint the town blood red & scream until we’re hoarse.
Or let’s have a nap together & dream away the sun lit hours.
I’ve had enough of today already my friends.
It’s time for us to play pretend.
What kind of person would you be if we hid up in a tree?
Where would I live if I could rest anywhere that we like best?
How would I live my life if this were the last note that I ever wrote?
Why does my brain think this way in the quiet of the day?