He stood watching as others danced around him
Drunk, High, and Happy
Some were even sleeping soundly
In bathtubs with bourbone bottles resting on their chests
He looked around, eyes wild with wonder
-and I'm not suprised that he liked what he saw-
He's a transcendentalist, you see -
But I contradict.
Try and prove to me that we are all
"Golden sunflowers on the inside", Why don't you?