lights like braille

bitter water green with onions
and banging heads with the air
and all because of the glowing guitars
and the blast beats do you dare

forget your cares and your worries
troubled troubles
doubted doubts

i am god of procrastination
ill tell you all the in and outs
someday

turning back to snap a picture of the pasadena nightlife
the photo became blurred and little lights
became braille words
bursting out at me like shooting stars

i would like to spend the evening on a blanket in the grass
acoustic guitar, clinking whine glasses

cautiously optimistic
i affirmed my goals just to complete them much to early
i'll repeat them
and she's yearning to get her mind bent again

sleepy children speaking randomly with no censor in their heads
that is purity and i miss it to death.