Stoned Age

Off the clock The world still spins As I blaze blithely by. Time is not always wasted, wasting away with you, my quasi-legal muse. Roulette of the senses, Not always passive, Surrealist creativity often surpasses the lazy stigma that sticks to you. Unfortunately, there is no free lunch, though a few diluted senses seem sensible severance for a peek into my subconscious repartee. Freed, I flee from conventional thought spinning visceral, ritual spellbinding tales untaught. Relieving tensions of the day, pen takes to paper in the most harmonious way, singing sweet verbiage I wouldn’t usually play.