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In the cells
Stoned
to
the
bone..
In the zone
droning into unknown
roaming states
outta space
time erased
leaving hastily..
Wandering within
To find the way out.
The mystery
of life and self
Isn't so far,
It's in your cells..
You
Your soul.
It seems like we have no control
and maybe we don't but ultimately
it's our decision,
a choice we make
to act a certain way or
believe a certain thing or
how we react to what we experience.
to
the
bone..
In the zone
droning into unknown
roaming states
outta space
time erased
leaving hastily..
Wandering within
To find the way out.
The mystery
of life and self
Isn't so far,
It's in your cells..
You
Your soul.
It seems like we have no control
and maybe we don't but ultimately
it's our decision,
a choice we make
to act a certain way or
believe a certain thing or
how we react to what we experience.
Published 29th Jun 2019
Author's Note
"If i don’t smoke cannabis, all of the anxieties of the petty bourgeois pour in to claim my attention. If, on the other hand, I avail myself of cannabis, I’m able to rove and scan through a vast intellectual world that is composed of all the books I have ever read, all the people I have ever know, all the places I have ever been in no particular order.” -Terence McKenna
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