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Another hit
The sun shines brightest this time of day
as all the creatures come out to play..
Except the homo sapiens
rushing around..
So silence is unable to be found
as speeding cars is the only sound to be heard drowning out the beautiful bird songs I long to listen to..
Can you hear it?
The deafening droning of civilization disables me from breaking through
into that serene space
Till I blast my face
with the ferociously
potent mariiwannaaa
Submerged in a sublime sauna
within my mind drifting out of time..
Done with the drear
Finished with the fear
11:11
The numbers always near
my interpretation of this is
Not so crystal clear
Here I am though
alive and aware
not concerned with what's fair
Slowly learning to just not care
into the mirror I no longer wish to stare..
Another hit
and I'm lit
Although I hate that word
Its not a lie,
you ever just been
so stoned to the bone on cannabinoids
Where there's
no way to avoid
a small trip to the void
within the valleys of the vast
vivid vortex vibrating the voluminous
variety of visions?
A minor incision of psychedelic wisdoms
wafting through my wandering psyche..
Astonishing and frightening
how far and deep these thoughts reach
From chaotic chasms of colored curiosity
to tantalizing trips towards temptation
bending my imagination..
The sun still shines bright this time of day
as my mind drifts away
from a society gone astray..
as all the creatures come out to play..
Except the homo sapiens
rushing around..
So silence is unable to be found
as speeding cars is the only sound to be heard drowning out the beautiful bird songs I long to listen to..
Can you hear it?
The deafening droning of civilization disables me from breaking through
into that serene space
Till I blast my face
with the ferociously
potent mariiwannaaa
Submerged in a sublime sauna
within my mind drifting out of time..
Done with the drear
Finished with the fear
11:11
The numbers always near
my interpretation of this is
Not so crystal clear
Here I am though
alive and aware
not concerned with what's fair
Slowly learning to just not care
into the mirror I no longer wish to stare..
Another hit
and I'm lit
Although I hate that word
Its not a lie,
you ever just been
so stoned to the bone on cannabinoids
Where there's
no way to avoid
a small trip to the void
within the valleys of the vast
vivid vortex vibrating the voluminous
variety of visions?
A minor incision of psychedelic wisdoms
wafting through my wandering psyche..
Astonishing and frightening
how far and deep these thoughts reach
From chaotic chasms of colored curiosity
to tantalizing trips towards temptation
bending my imagination..
The sun still shines bright this time of day
as my mind drifts away
from a society gone astray..
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