Muck River Magik
God damn
Those drums take me ( that tree)
Man,
That voice ( those leaves)
It's too much
I wish I could find you with the wind
I wish I could find you through the earth
The Indians are like me
I wanna learn to breathe.
I want to learn to think.
I want to learn to be
Content.
Is there something I'm missing?
Cause It feels that way
The Indians are like me
Those drums take me ( that tree)
Man,
That voice ( those leaves)
It's too much
I wish I could find you with the wind
I wish I could find you through the earth
The Indians are like me
I wanna learn to breathe.
I want to learn to think.
I want to learn to be
Content.
Is there something I'm missing?
Cause It feels that way
The Indians are like me
posted by Old Friend at 11:01 AM
2 Comments:
the indians ARE THE SAME as you, man.
haha, yeah man, that line inspired me to write a poem about something i've been feeling about writing for a while.
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