are you that cocain rider?
that old funk flower?
are you that piece of yesterday
that faded beneath the dusk
only to bring forth a thought

one day king for a while
soon to be, and all within
are we that day, that only way.
but your dreams that pass by
and my dorment hope

so take a look
at this boy no more
take notice of the edges
in this badly drawn land
where only trees
deserve to live.