Patchouli

Some days I wonder what I'm doing. I sit and think too much sometimes. I waste the hours God has sent me. Drifting like this along floodlines (?). It's like normal for me to fester. And wallow in the shadow's face. It separates us from each other. I see the smile upon your face. I smell PATCHOULI touch the air Above your head (the air above your head) I see the beauty. I'm transported back again. To that day the sky went dark. In Maryon Wilson Park. I'm always looking out of windows. To see the sky and hear the day. I always find the lost horizon; the one we shared and gave away. (Says "transporting back" this time, only) Any day (then) when I cast my mind back, a feel aglow. Perhaps I take the path of least resistance, (well) I don't know. Some days I wonder what you're Doing, and where your life has taken you. We were teenagers – inspired. Undying love was all we knew. And tag: To that day the sky went dark. In Maryon Wilson Park.