Dope and Hope

I swear at God, fuck the odds. Doomed abused and amused. If only for a minute could life be so simple.  Like fuck the double I want triple. What Did I say, I forgot my point. As the smoke rolls off my lips kissing a joint. If weed were the only drug around. Id still smoke everyday just like now. I don't love the shit. I just don't know how to release my grip. I request nothing changed. Periodically I break to engage. Im a user, an abusing figure nothing plain with colors that amuse her. Sincerely myself, and all of them too. Fucking high and I don't know why. Boredom, I doubt it. Directed I can respect it. Never the less I don't have a clue. Fucking someone out there should know who. My ideas are many and my actions are few. Spinning in circles around all of you. Nothing to see and I'm to be. Tripping on all thats never free.