The day the mustard ran dry

Today i was making a sandwich and the mustard ran out.
I also heard a new song that i really like, it reminds me of you.
Today i listened and layed couldnt think enough about life and
where im at. Where its led me and how i got here. Years and years
ago i couldnt even imagine i ever would have been the places i went
to.. I wouldnt take times back. Maybe ill wish to relive somethings
again when im old. Right now i stare out into the trees, and wish i could
get so high. My issue.. I can get so high, i could never get down though.
I am still golden feet walking paths everyday, searching and seeking
and always always dreaming. Id rather sleep and stay in this
dream cause sometimes it feels so much better than anything else. My
imagination is limitless.. Today is a new day, im starting my way to a possibly
prosperous life. Beginning school for massage therapy, pretty excited.. Kinda
nervous. I feel like this will be something that will let me be myself
and that gives me comfort.. Im finally doing something beneficial for myself.
I dream a lot in memory, i dream a lot in color, i see a lot of pictures.. I make
scrapbooks in my dreams.. Waking up sometimes feels like no reality.. Haha maybe
in the next life ill sleepwalk through it all... Maybe in the next life i wont be awake
at all. It all starts off like a hide and seek game, each time is a mission..
No one could possibly understand.. If i could paint, each color would still be an emotion
every stroke a breath.