Wasted Minds
Wishes on puffs of smooth weed . Listen you missing the moment in these clouds lost in whispers . Eclipses the touch of the rush in bliss on dreams high up only god can reach . While missing peace , so you rest while ignorance relaxed laced with a snare . Yo mind gone with the clouds upon high . Stone by reality , prolonged in unnecessary .
Copyright © James Grant | Year Posted 2017
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