Over the green fields, flags are flying,
in honor of all who are lying
within gravesites; Veterans of wars,
who rest beneath the bright stars.
In honor of the sacrifice they
made for us to be free. Let us pray.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.