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Dumb
It's funny how most of us are
Or atleast pretend to be
Someone we aren't for a century
Or so it seems
Days and days go by
Down the green aisles
Of heavenly green grass
Blown out of a pipe or paper
Filling my earthy lungs
Drying my throat
Floating in a sea of
No conscious
Laughing
Seeing the big picture
Through tiny pupils
Thoughts become slow
As I blow through smoke
Surrounded by the clouds
Of mother nature
This is what life is about
High on the mountain tops
This is the moment.
A moment of tranqulity
A garden of stony dreams
A hazy horizon
This is the moment
We all become Dumb.
