High
I love to free up my mind
My pen is an evidence
My soul is the master mind
I have no choice
If am supposed to make one
I will choose were love is
I wonder if it is still
In the heart of our generation
Am not perfect
Yet I always find the
True pieces of truth
Does that makes me high
Yes high on my thoughts
High on the beauty of living
Cos happiness is my ultimate satisfaction
Despite who am not
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