Though she has been a dear friend
it is time I leardned not to pretend
theres a hard lesson i've been taught again and again
and now its time I give it my full ten
I haven't been sober in over a year
a "funtioning pothead" is the title I feared
and here it is, across my chest
I have become a slave to an addiction as I travel on this difficult quest.
and though she's been kind to lesson the pain
she has yet to cure the problem and left me in vain
for as I sink deeper within with every puff
this bliss that I inhale is just not enough.
I cannot wait around for the man with the pound
I spend too many hours staring aimlessly at the ground
looking for a purpose thats too hard to find
so I just blow away the thoughts with every blunt and dime
but here today I'm ready for the test
and with my thirsty eyes I make an oath to take a rest
for in time I'd like my brain to heal
and perhaps observe what its like to really feel.
Though i've grown to rely on this gift mother nature has supplied
I hope to find a better balance and smoke moderately over time
to enjoy the highs after fighting the lows
to go father then I have ever fathomed to go.
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