Clearing Out The Smoke

Hazy vision.
Dazed and confused from each hit of cannabis in thought of my wrongfully made decisions.
It’s what I get for choosing fake friends while chasing after a distant ex,
Sealing windows of opportunities concealing faith once filling up my chest…

It’s about time I lace up and get it back,
Instead of laced bud in dirty bags,
Only big enough for one as my confidence gets smoked into bits of ash,
By the same demons I was dumb enough to strike a match with…

I knew better knowing Satan doesn’t fight fair,
In a world where it’s free game for anyone inducing night terrors,
While they let loose every bit of wisdom over slight errors,
Amplified,
Overnight,
Into highs measured by fright and a,
Vision of a desolate future I would have a hand in…

Most of us won’t give it any acknowledgment,
Ignoring it on the basis of time we’ve spent,
Fiddling around with drugs time and time again,
Some pussy for the price of a dime and a,
Chance to gain a major profit at the expense,
Of who you truly are in the inside…

Going downhill becomes your upside.
Ruining your life is more appealing than an override,
Of habits burying your faith within a habitat nurturing lies.
You know!
That place where you smoke joint after joint to the dome,
Until you become your own quality control.
Eco-conscious for the buds you roll,
Swallowing your pride as the silhouette of the key you hold,
Within a heart bearing better intentions for the home,
You will end up responsible for…

Full circle is life regardless of whatever drug you uphold,
As a cure for that hole in what should be treasure trove,
You’ve abandoned over the absence of gold,
Past its worthlessness…

Gold most will never see in a lifetime cluttered by ignorance.
Ignorance satisfying your need for momentary bliss in a,
Substance your character lacks within…