sigh

I guess I'm a poet

I should have already known it

but only when I get high enough

to make sure my brains will fry 

can I makes sense of these words and lines

and form these rhymes

cause in this lost state of mind

I can write until the end of time

with out even trying 

i hear the voices crying

these words I'm trying 

to deliver what I hear

please have no fear 

because I seem diffrent

im just trying to exist 

in this painful excistance

I have a dream of a peace

but I live in the distance 

and my mind on a rocket ship

is the only way we'll reach it