Transdermal Evening Poem by Drake Kinkaid

On the white lights side
He can't find what's out there
The mind left the body only to move without care
Ignorant and fading he can't make the step
So he just sits and keeps waiting
On the way to some place that is foreign and distant
To return to himself he can't be resistant
Now convinced not to have another day
And if he's unable he'll be left in the grey
Left there to stay
But the door was found to get on his way
And now he's back home with nothing to say

If you try for a new reality it may take you
I got away...