Lost and Found

Rip van Dope, that I am;
Fell asleep to life.
Fell asleep to death.
Fell asleep to myself.

Seven years of stolen time;
Myself the victim.
Myself the thief.
Myself the broken law.

When at first you don't succeed;
Try and try again.
Try and fail again.
Try and live again.

My temple lies in disrepair;
No one to worship.
No one who worships.
No one to preach.

My mind the prison of body and soul;
I let myself escape.
I let my captive go.
I let my spirit free.


I wrote this poem from a line that eventually never got used in the poem at all. It might be another poem, it might be a short story - who knows. This is basically about my seven stoned years and my recent and current awakening from that slumber into a new life of focus and growth. I am still growing, still focusing, but I'll get where I want to be.