A Higher Living

Living the high life Everything feeling alright The stench of weed in the air We don’t care It’s 420 everyday, Where we come from All work, and mad play That’s how we get it done. Now I’m sittin’ here typing away Hoping the weed Will make the pain float away. But I know it’s mind over matter That’s the only way you’ll feel better We’ve all been in pain here and there But time heals all wounds, Just like they say. Now I’m sittin’ here thinking How does my mind really work Why do I get dressed the same way, Everyday It’s almost as, if it’s clock work. Life is strange when You look at the little things in a different way. It really does help, It makes all that pain go away. And all those sad times, And all those blues, When I thought about you, and only you. But you are nothing to me anymore You will never set foot into another window in my house! Nor the door! You treat women as if they are your whore! You have no respect, or self-discipline. You really are a pitiful thing, But in my life, no more Never again to enter my mental, or physical doors Life is so much better now, Life has so much more amour’