The thorns within my sight,
the sounds that touch my eyes.
A dizzy stare and so much tare,
make it there and I’ll save some grass to
Roll it tight but make it right,
sounds of sights turn inside your mind.
A down wholesome game,
isn’t to much to save.
Trade away, but keep it safe,
hidden in a daze,
Laugher has sought white lies,
but time isn’t on time tonight.
You lose your way and wonder for days,
heavens gaze is only a bag away.
Seek aromatic incense,
covers of marijuana’s sudden
A tired cent,
bought for labors sake,
Take and take, then float
Seek heavens daze for days,
only to find it’s a bag away.