Bright

the time has not come

to be honest it's far from us

so far

it could be a dot

couldn't even tell the difference

in between the feelin'

still stuck on what's not

now I'm just reelin'

in the back of my car

wheel steady spinnin'

hold on to your hats

no one better have a lapse of judgment

cause I'm spitting on your lies

sitting on your surprise

shining like your eyes

still hoping for some funny paper

rolling papers

reading Snoopy while puffin on a doobie

I sense a change in perspective

Just a little less hectic

little more affective

what am I saying

this is a simple fix

first

can you make me a list

counting up the mist

the number always comes out as six