Blaze the trail, but remain incognito,
The doctors told me from photocopied scripts.
Do you find yourself staring long
And having grandiose thoughts
During sunsets? No.
The silent oranges blazed,
But dusk had yet to inform me
On the perils of night, the strange
Faces of lost time. All was quiet.
Am I going to die if I fall asleep?
They sent me on my way.
At the witching hour
I made for the hill, shredded
The prescription and its paper bag.
The moon watched birds,
Scatter to the feed. I disrobed,
Asked the passing carriage,
Do you recommend
I involve a machete
and keep to the woods?