I was a little lost lamb
Mary Jane had to guide my hand
Smoky fog across the land
Couldn't even see where I stand
She showed me a thousand dreams
Don't know how I crossed the sea
But spaceships have tendencies
to abduct cows and sheep
Oh sweet Mary Jane held my hand
She showed me that I could stand
Guided me according to plan -
Smoke signals across the land
With a plan for my escape
From the land of decay
Spaceships were newfound faith -
I needed her to find my way
She started with a red hot glow
Lit the road that should be followed
Before it all became a hoax
blazing heat only for show
Mary Jane failed to guide my hand
Smoky fog across the land
Couldn't even see where I stand
Became a little lost lamb
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Simply Poetry
شِعرA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
