2011 - Day 259

Inside a turtles shell I sit,
Tired and alone,
Recouping in my own seclusion
I try and find my zone,
Omniscient glow the walls do show
An eerie light sets in,
And high above there flies a dove
She searches for her friend.
She passes by and then I sigh
The light begins to fade,
The turtles shell has cast a spell
Now I must drink Kool Aid.