Bathroom Stall Graffiti

Written with love & care by Drew Henry

Shattered mind… dubstep from years ago

Flowers blooming out of the skull

Girl going down, guy going up & vice versa

98% of us, for the most part, broke as fuck

The way out of the trap in a back pedal

Perpetual boredom, sifting through old records

Coffee always brewed & water boils for tea

She sat on the park bench with flowers in her hair

Death of me, sweet ecstasy, dew on the leaves

My soul can’t be bought for any price

All of us little devils, all of us little angels

Who needs fame & money anyways?

Instead staying locally infamous

Living off a pretty penny & borrowed time

Dime piece always with the same bottle of wine

Roll of the dice… bless us our lucky stars

There’s beauty in his stubbornness

There’s beauty in her shallowness

We never had to be anything more than this

Iconic in all of our faults & imperfections

Who are we except energy: soul, mind, body, etc.

Channel energy within to the divine outer world

Many realms of experience in the universe

This is only one, some sobering hell zone

Craving a tattoo needle hitting me pure

Craving every inch of her

Nothing hits like it used to

Tea got me meditating

All sorts of blues, nostalgic reminiscence

Galaxies within, void without

Some unknown creative masterpiece

Warmth so close to home

Souls intertwined

Dear innocence, rest in peace

Bits & pieces still there

Feminine comfort

Blues a passing bird

Grey skies, nice flirts, cozy sweatshirt

Sure, sure, beginning to wind down

Moon glides without an agenda except to glow

Misted midnight light… ember to ash & revival

Cool escape on the rooftop away from it all

Zone out in crowds, zone in within space

Space the beginning of all creation

Endless depth of evolution

Dive within like smashed pumpkins

Root of everything in how we feel

Feelings within extend externally outward

Meager woes, barely anything

Guess i’m something, guess i’m nothing

Ways to escape & entertain ourselves minimally

Stars never fade

Sparkling spark

Shine parked in sky dark

Beyond somewhere, somewhere beyond

Initial thought, initial reflection, initial response

Expansiveness of self expression

Uncaged wherever we roam & dwell

All of life is a meditation & death the release

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