Self Medicated

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Head high

Pass me the pills

Of positivity

Make me fly

‘Til i touch the sky

Let the dreams be lucid

Pray me inhale

The incense of your burning leaves

Body trapped

But my mind is free

So with my third eye i see

The world of could be

Full of love and glee

Melt we

Formed to shape

Call me godly

Dare to strike we from the skies

Ground he

Paint the

Passion in the sky abstractly

Indulge the fearless formless

Ego

His death did creep by window

Seeking to birth a widow

Ring my bell

From heaven i am felled

Mine is the story

You will never tell