As I write, I climb to a place that is so... In my mind.
Picturesque and Pleasant.
Flowers Bloom like in season's past.
while the future is vast ... So it is the present ...
so here... This is for you.
It’s a looking glass to see through,
Purple Haze.
and Its made... with divine minds at work.
Like you and I.,
It’s birthplace = Earth.
Now pay attention, listen, close... this is the mission.
I would never steer you lightly
Put the flower in your pipe, ignite
Green burning bright!
Feel the smoke expand, in your soul.
Becoming part of you.
Now. Think. It’s like...
The world is more in tune
What I see is,
all the ways, in which the world, tried to consume me.
So I put it all on loose leaf.
and follow all the rules, this world set for you, and me.
Oh well, it’s cool.
I don’t mind, my mindsets on infinity.
Far from perfect...
But ... shouldn’t we all pretend to be?
- Smoke W**d Everyday. - Mary Stoner