Boom!! The smoke rises to touch the sky
smoking pot to enhance the high
Tripping, illusions all around
Hoping soon to be one with the ground--
Float away to Oblivion
far from all this hate and pain
None of all this shit again--
Where does this end, do any of us know??
We keep pretending and go with the flow,
It's a crazy life, so I've learn't
like playing with fire and getting burnt,
Yet the game goes on
And we, We just play along--
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