Smoke Going Up
June 1, 2016
The lies you tell speak the truth of yourself
Voices of loved ones floating around your ears
Telling you to stop are blocked by wax
built up from your ignorance, unwillingness, and selfishness
Take a hit to the head
Forget the rest of the world
Take another hit
Forget responsibilities
Take one more
Forget who you are suppose to be
It’s time to come back to reality
Handcuffed by the weed
Blinded by the smoke
Factory worker chained to a chair rolling a blunt
Roll another one
Get high
Let’s call this addiction
You walk around with a cloud of smoke cloaked as your shadow
Funny thing is, your shadow is who you are
But can you even see yourself?
No transparency
Just smoke going up
Constantly
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