Thursday Afternoon

With a fat spliff in my left hand.

And the Freewheelin’ album playing

I let the ash build up as I contemplate

If the sun wasn’t there I would cry

 

Bob Dylan is my only friend

And yet we never met

But I know he is a man like me

A man not afraid to dream

 

Inhale, inhale and inhale is all I know     

A stale smoke builds up in the air

Inhale, inhale and inhale is what I do best

The crackling noise of the vinyl is loud

I wonder if it is what my soul sounds like

 

Dream, dream and dream is all I know

Now my heart feels light and joyful

Believing in love is what I do best

“Don’t think twice its alright” is playing

And my body shivers and starts aching