Self Medicated
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



I love this! Made me think and really ponder a bit