A Stoner's Friday Night

I take one look at life,
it's ripping at the seams.
I'm learning that reality
is nothing like my dreams.
I'm packing for a trip,
to take me far from here;
Where the pungent smoke surrounds me
and it blurs the crystal clear.
I'm jaded as they come,
but does it matter now?
How'd I sink so low?
Not even God knows how.
But Lucy's in the sky,
with diamonds burning bright.
One puff and I collide into
a stoner's Friday night.





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