Pure Stanzas

My drug of choice comes in the pure form of stanzas
Where pen and pad converge like romantic dancers
Searching for answers on how to maintain some sunshine
Even though I know the rain is what helped create many of lines

Lines that I've ingested like a coke head at a blow party
Getting high trying to go back to the future like Marty
Never feeling sorry for myself because experience acquires wealth
Wealth of knowledge that can't be obtained in college or anywhere else

Dealt a less than stellar hand that has made me into a man
Able to withstand more than I'd ever imagine or even understand
My plan is to defy the odds by conjuring up strength from my inner GOD
Numbing myself to all inflicted pain like I'm laying in a cryogenic pod