another day
another toke
another blow
all systems go
i sit and think.
my mind is clear.
inhale the peace
exhale the fear.
my hands are numb.
mix wine with the rum.
vision blurrs.
forgetful i become.
another day
another toke
another reason
to call me a bloke
i sit and think.
i smoke and drink
vagabonding the streets
of new york city.
around me,
life is happening.
stories unwinding.
everything is exciting.
but i'm too blind to see.
expectations aren't meant
to be.
frustrated, i fall asleep.
another day.
another toke
i think,
i'm just too broke.
but money is not what
makes you rich.
it's just the reason we
feel poor.
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