River of dead

This is the time
It is not your life
It is mine

I tried the first
I missed the last
This my head will burst

The grass is green
On the other side
If you know what I mean

I think of Mountain tops
And the river’s that flow
All of a sudden I hear a pop.

I wake up
In a field of green
I feel like a pup

I crawl around
It takes for ever
It feels like a mountain
But it is only a mound.

There stands a big shadow
It makes a growling sound
Then I disappear
Quickly in a matter

I sit alone
In a river of dead
And I ask myself
Why I put that bullet
Thru my head.