Fluid Language

Friday, March 16, 2012

Green Dreams

Take a blunt for my pain Inhale the peace from the flame Exhale the chaos with the steam As I gain higher altitude I dont want to come down You can keep the parachute Ride the clouds frequently Fall asleep in the air Dreaming of finer things Influenced by the effects They seem so real So lucid I could feel Put trust in what I can touch So I live in a distorted reality Where I enjoy all my fantasies

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