Thought Pasture

The Mist And I am so lost in the mist Amidst those who are finding themselves But i am lost in another cavern I have come out from the back of that other cave Now i find myself tearing at mist and fog all around But what is that in the distance A faint cloud Enough Enough to build a dream on A dream that I can be whole Without losing all that i am Enough What about me I am enough Maybe it is time to stop Stuffing myself I am enough I take one step at a time And I will come out from the mist I will be amidst those who are finding themselves I will be whole I am enough

I have a hangover but it is my belly over my pants. I have a hangover I have been eating like a drunken sailor If the sailor ate ice cream, brownies french fires and pulled pork I have a hangover I have been eating up a storm and a gale wind of gas comes wafting out of my behind from the carnage of chick peas and broccoli I have a hangover I'll have to climb more than twelve steps to get rid of it