A Marijuana Kind of Day

So-calm… And so-even… My world feels oddly Complete; With just a touch of weed. My yin and yang, Smoke hazed in the hang. Floats so creatively… It feels like a dream. So ever calm, This dream of dawn. I believe I hallucinate a sound, But it’s a burned mind I’ve found. I would trade anything To keep this feeling. Better than any drink; This high that keeps me dreaming. The hope and feeling; I feel so calm and even. A boundless seasoned-out fever; A light toast unto the evening. I love these slow and rainy days; I wish I never had to leave, And could stay. Oh, It’s my favorite kind of day, So sweet, Is the marijuana way.