LOPE OF DOPE
Underneath this crazy dress,
walking is a feeling of unrest,
when i take it to the wilderness,
to kill the pain of this quiet guest,
then the world shouts in my ear,
driving along by sitting in the rear,
Its time again, to crash that gate,
lie on the floor and hallucinate,
So please find where's my drip,
let me escape on another trip,
Step up the gas, climb high on rope,
to run this mile, on a lope of dope.
Most Hollow hour of the midnight,
now burns me with the sunlight,
leaning on the door of a caravel,
when i try to break free from this spell,
then the world stands beside my corpse,
gifting irony, but not a single tear drops,
and there was a cry, at-last she realise,
but it was all for a prize,
to turn my pyre into a mire,
Take a breath, jump up the wall,
enough of runs, now let me crawl,
So please get me that golden drip,
let me enjoy this final trip,
i am flying and joining, on a higher hope,
just hold my hand, i am on lope of dope..
