Smoking the Green

When i take a hit from my bowl,
i let the smoke roll down my lungs.

I keep it there for a moment then release the goodness.

The green grass that keeps me high,
is always there by my side.

Pink Floyd in the background singing "Time,"
i pick up my sketch book and draw.

Letting my mind roam, i create a piece.
Squiggly lines and everything.

The music speaks to me,
rolling around my head kissing my brain,
leaving me with this masterpiece.

Colors so bright it's hypnotizing,
i stare for hours its bright like flowers.

Loving every moment, i don't want it to end,
but when it does i get high again.