…to get drunk out of my mind
to forget that i even have a mind
and just swim in imagination
blasting music
quieting all the voices
drift away with the weed
dreaming about the impossible woman
feeling the breeze of the crispy air
…to disappear from the cliche
wake up alone
strong and confident
ready to fight
rather than reluctantly soldier on
…the power of solitude
believing that anything is possible
naive enough to make it my reality
af
can i change it to “impossible man”!