Through the hills

Through the hills, lakes and valleys...

Smelled the ash, and burning trees...

Went to the church I once grew up in...

I was looking for me....

I went to the cemetery, and fast food shop....Oh how, I would hop-a- long...

I thought I was ready I guess I'm not...

What is good for you is to not let go of God and forget me nots........

Through the years, pills, and the quandary

I smelled the tobacco and honey- rolled

blunt, I suppose I should adjust to the times..... I went for a walk to fuel my hunger for good ole times... And now I'm ready to stop... Oh how I should continue

To live.... Now that it's crucial to me...

I should rest I'm sleepy I need it....

But again I go on my search looking for me...