Somewhere In Between
Sky on fire, and Hell is beneath,
Yet I find myself somewhere in between.
Is this Heaven on Earth?
Or is Heaven a lie?
God takes many roles through our lives,
He sets the sun just as he makes sure it rises,
He brings us the moon just as he takes it away,
He paints the skies like oil on canvas.
Or it could just be the universe,
Whatever floats your boat.
I’d like to think to that sometimes
God is on acid.
Ethereal skylines and purple skies make me believe so,
That God’s tripping out on some primo-dope.
Yet somewhere in between I’m stuck smoking shitty grass,
Hoping one day God will rain down some Afghan Kush.
Oh, one can dream.