Camping

sometimes I wonder why I sparked that forest.
sometimes I wonder why my mind got infatuated with smoke circles and passing of the talking stick.
the breeze feels just perfect flowing through your hair.
the touch ever so slightly raises the goosebumps from your skin.
the smell of skunk and smoke fills the lungs.
the warmth of the fire keeps a cold sweat.
and we pass it to the left hand side.

With or Without You

and you give yourself away

and you give yourself away

and you give, and you give,

and you give, and you give yourself away

something tells me I need to shape up.

something tells me I need to turn things around.

something tells me I need to pick it up.

something tells me I miss you. I miss you real bad.

I can't live with or without you, with or without you.

some songs I hear, just go with what the pensive state of mind that I am feeling.

I need to improve the grades.