Rays of the sun beaming.

Overdosing upon day dreaming.

Of what we could 

become instead of 

what we're being.

Million dollar wishing, 

Meanwhile penny pinching is the life 

we're living.

Reality was different.

My mind stayed away while I was in it. 

Only time could tell if I would make it out. 

Gaining clarity was the safest route.

Picture painting to escape the drought

When scarcity was my bank account. 

Inside my mind, I built a house. 

White gated out.

Pool built up from the ground.

All smiles when the neighbors are out.

Dressed in fashion we couldn't pronounce.

Depression, past tense, it couldn't be found.

Spirits in the liter weren't needed, 

when daydreaming. 

Drugs either, no one had to be healed.

Overdosing in sobriety, head over heels 

in the clouds.

We liked the life we were living this time around.