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Stoner Utopia
Sitting in my chair depressed as fuck,
Had a bad day could have run over people with a truck,
Aggression increases and I'm about to snap.
Everything is isolated,
No one even cares
Tragedy in my forgotten mind,
Should I run or hide in fear..
NOPE
I'll take a pipe and pack it tight,
Put it to my lips with a relaxed light,
I'll take a puff of 2 or 3,
Wait for the stoner uptopia to set me free.
The cloud of smoke fills my room,
I'm flying high like a witch on her broom,
The tv is on, but all I see is static,
I sit there staring until the show becomes fantastic.
My body becomes heavy,
My eyes begin to glaze, like a donut on a rack,
I'm flying , I'm flying then suddenly SMACK.
I lay my head down on my pillow,
I close my eyes,
The sounds of music in my headphones,
Makes me see the light,
Goodnight Stoner Utopia,
See you when at sunrise..
Although I've been sober for
Although I've been sober for years, finding my bliss in a new way, I can still appreciate the artistry, accuracy and honesty of your expression, especially the "SMACK". Often I'd be disappointed when that came too soon. The window to "Utopia" always seemed annoyingly small in my opinion. Enjoyed the well-penned, second-hand high, but I'm glad I'm free. Nice work.
Nothing Like Reality
It is my substance free world, no beer any more, my bottle of new apt. gift wine is in fridge unopened. Life gets me flying. Working has challenges, I flew above them, retired at 58. Tell me I did it Right and Righteous!
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No intrest in opioids - My doctors are amazed.
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Lady A
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