You are the tetrahydrocannabinol
In my blood stream.
You’re the colors in all the flowers
Were straining from carrying this weight
Regardless of this were still here every day.
All the while ignoring every other sight
Of glamorous covered opportunities.
You seem to be the gun powder in my bullet baby
Now proceed to pull my pull string and listen
To my toy heart sing..
Your voice is the only voice
That brightens Thy ears darkening
You are more than inexplicable you’re the
golden feathers from Silver wing’s falling
from the nights sky all around me.
We ride happily on the magic carpet of
moment’s reasoning all the while
we free fall with out Any pre-mediated
thought of ever intentionally landing.
Last and not least you are
the sugar in my kool-aids sea
Sending the waves that are
Constantly crashing into me.