The Haze

My vision is starting to clear as the haze rises up in atmosphere, taking a peek at the jar realizing its lost its glimmer, completely empty no longer able to tempt me gets me to thinking that it might be time to turn in my resignation denying any further medication being real i cant deny that i loved the sensation that came along from ripping one to many hits from the bong has me grasping for air no longer a bear one of those pass times that got me plenty of stares i don't know if they realized that i didn't care i was completely aware of my escape yet so many felt the need to try and educate keep it to yourself if you cant relate no point in trying to debate Jane i will always come across traces of your existence it will always bring me a smile, but i'm thinking its about time to change the dial to a new station deviation seems pretty hard when you know when to catch me off guard like you got a Gps locked in knowing the precise moment i feel like trash in the bin pressing rewind this verse sounds the same just going by another name on a different day with a slight exception i have come across a new conception a new interpretation backed by plenty of determination to refill the knowledge that has been spilled down the drain, I wont say your name, but you know who you are no longer a bright an shining star a couple of words i dedicate to you my way of telling you were through