Comatose

Traveling the waves of space on nothing but a raft
I fashioned a nebula into a sail to move this craft
Riding the solar winds creating my own vortex
Rolling in and out of it's eye until I am the vortex

Offered to ride an asteroid off into the sun
But I know that riding an asteroid is destruction designed to look like fun
The constant collisions that are nothing more than loosing your all
I'm entering another dimension to keep from taking a fall

In this dimension stars are being injected with negative matter
That distort their inner energies and their light turns into specks and spatter
Yes clouding their heads to their own existence
Smashing their head into the walls of another dimension with persistence

I opened a wormhole after reloading my raft
The winds had died down, so I used a Kushan staff
Poling my way through the asteroid belt and meteor showers
Minute crystallized particles creating their own shower

A false beacon, covering my instruments, trying to lure me off course
But I like traveling through space following a smoke trail from an unknown source
The scent of something enticing escaping through a hole in an ozone traveling with planetary air
I arrived back at my house sitting in my favorite chair, staring at my bong still smoking right there