The Opposing Side of Mind

You stepped off the sidewalk
with that look on your face
and laid out on the roadside
With no forgiveness of grace
That car rolled upon you
And Sure it laid you dead
I wondered what it would take
to get inside of your head

but I know you wont be left behind
Forgiveness comes from the opposing side of mind

You took a fall from the balcony
and you leapt without a thought
You gave your last 20 for the hotel room
Told the desk clerk that you've got
Things to attend to
and so many people to see
But you smiled down to the very bottom
and went so pleasantly

Well, I know you wont be left behind
Salvation comes from the opposing side of mind

Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds asleep
While you sat awake in the corner
Gazing at the choking rope
you strung tighter and tighter
Drunk on whiskey and old age
Without a lover or a friend
The debt will never find you again
As you hung like a flag in the wind

And I know you wont be left behind
Redemption comes from the opposing side of mind

Sometimes its hard to wake up
Without him inside of your bed
He left you like a lamppost
Standing luminously alone
A hearts a tough thing to mend
Especially when its drowning in your tears
So you went to 13 Vicodin
and faded dreaming of the good years

And I know you wont be left behind
Motivation comes from the opposing side of mind

Stop drooling like a slug
With a needle in your arm
You would think sleeping on a cardboard box
Would send you screaming for the norm
But everyone moves so fast
You got lost inside of the mix
You tried to cry, alone as you overdosed
"But it was just another fix.
It was just another fix."

And I know you wont be left behind
Look on the bright-side
At least you still have the power of mind
To make a choice
and have a chance
To wake up, to dream, and to love
and yeah sometimes these things are out of our hands
Just know that tomorrow forever stands
Strong with opportunity
Strong with new wisdom
That freedom does not come through the end of a pistol
So live the life and realize
This is the only chance you get to be alive

The Ocean

I was swimming deep under the blue water of the ocean. I was fully clothed and wearing a pair of black jeans, a t-shirt, vest and a scarf that floated freely in the water. I was able to breathe but I was aware I was submerged. As I was swimming further across the sea I had come upon a sunlit, sandy plain and sitting on the ocean flat was a school bus. It had not been there too long and I for some reason had a compelling sense that all of my friends and people that I loved were on the bus waiting for me. As I swam closer and closer I had come to see that the entire school bus was infested by a form of marine sea snakes, squirming and living in its interior. A massive colony. This was not a place I was welcome. I gathered my thoughts and tried to swim away as casually and undistinguished as possible in fear that the snakes might notice me in my escape. I looked back and it appeared as if I was free until one snake started slithering my way. It was completely white with decals of red adorning its sides and face. I assumed it was attracted to the way my scarf was floating in the water and the first thing that came to mind was to remove it and slowly distract the snake as I tried to swim free. Suddenly my back was met by a rock wall. The rock wall was accompanied by a massive staircase made of coral and stone. I could see sunlight at the top of the staircase shining with a hint of sanctuary if I could only get up. The snake was close, in fact it was getting too close for comfort. I tried to push off the steps in order to swim directly upwards rather than taking the staircase to shallow waters but I was bound by a strange form of gravity. The staircase had to be climbed. The snake lunged at my scarf. It knew I was a creature that did not belong. I started crawling backwards up the staircase trying my hardest to avoid the snake until finally it made its move. It shot at my arm sinking its teeth deep into my upper muscle tissue. I grabbed its throat trying to pry its slimy head off of my arm. I knew it had injected some kind of a toxin or poison into my body because I could feel it start coursing through my veins. Its fangs started coming loose the tighter I squeezed and I had pried it off. Still squeezing the snakes throat in fear that it might slip out and make another attack, it fought hard as I tried to climb the stairs with my other arm. I knew the poison was kicking in. I was becoming weaker and weaker and my eyes felt heavier with every motion. The snakes head had turned to stone with every stair I climbed and the rest of its body shortly followed. My breathing slowed down drastically and I felt as if sleep was coming on. I lifted my arm for one last attempt at the climb and then...I woke up.