I found the antidote in a room of black lights and lamps
A synergy immersed in the DNA of these plants
Seemingly extra terrestrial
We getting baked
Like the sun magnified on some ants
Elementary like Watson
Mystery like a romance
At first glance on a slow dance
We finally lose ourselves
When we feel there’s no chance
But let's be honest
Without this shit we’re nothing
But a vague promise
Enrooted in the nostalgia
Of a time where love lost us
On top of the world
Like Marianas Trench
A mirage in a single
Grain of sand
In an hourglass
We push aside the world
No matter how it pains our hands
A lack of care
Catches up when there seems to be a lack of air
But my tolerance hasn’t heightened
And I’ll never be enlightened
Because the receptors are still binding
With vibrating spheres strangely
Arranged and intertwining
Universe a mystery
But I don’t question
I keep grinding

Chilling
Wood glistening
Radiation
Sun blistering
It’s this chair I’m melting in
Trying to understand the birds chirping
But I can’t get the message
What is it they’re expressing?
Nicotine buzz and a little THC
Not a cloud in the sky
Still looking for negativity
Just sit back appreciate
What a day to be alive
Yet hesitant to proliferate
More words on the archive
Just an attempt to distract myself
From being distracted
I don’t know how I
See myself now days
So I’m just sitting in this chair
And enjoying the rays
I’m just enjoying the rays

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy
Woodpecker out of control-
Controlling my breaths-
Breaths heavy-
Heavy body-
Body being pulled to the ground-
The Ground spinning-
Spinning cat blind in one eye --
Eyes all on my face-
Face numb to the feeling-
Feeling hesitant to move-
Moving too slow-
Slow up time-
Time stops so I observe-
Observe my surroundings-
Surrounding myself with the unknown-
Unknown to what comes next-
Next, I collect my thoughts-
Thoughts are beautiful-
Beauty outshines the rest-
Rest on the grass-
Grass changing color-
Color of warmth and love-
Love fills the air-
Air polluted but I can see right through it-
It speaks volumes-
Volume of reality-
Upward to my head-
Head out before I’m found-
Found a 3 leaf clover and I’m ecstatic-
Ecstatically grinning while walking-
Walking through earth’s art-
Art so bitter-sweet-
Sweetest sugars always melt-
Melting sky ahead-
Ahead of what’s in front-
In front of the sun-
Sun setting beyond my reach-
Reaching out towards it-
It’s so inviting but always denies-
Deny it will come back up-
Up from behind is a light-
Lightly held me up as I wait-
Waiting for the feeling to wear off-

Off switch needed
Needing switch off
Off switch needed
Needing switch off

“I certainly am not interested in living forever, whatever that might mean because
I suspect that if you live forever, you miss the point.”