Eureka, CA
Fantasy brings the illusionof sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll,
to a new height
stairs insight
when it turns to delusions
implications of a true reality.
Bums fill the air,
why do they always
stop and stair?
Blue painted buildings
and houses surround my eyes,
is it the drugs that hypnotize me
in a since of notions
that make no since at all?
I breathe for you
but sorry,
I can't die for you.
Appreciate what you have,
stop the possession
you know you have an obsession.
Locked in a city
faraway from reality.
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