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Posted on Monday, December 17 2007 @ 13:12:11 PST
enjoy it if you like it.
Always happy as I catch the air,
Flying high without much care.
Sensations take over, my world turns to distort
my mind races as my body cavorts,
laughing, grinning a toothy grin
nothing is boorish, gloomy or dim.
The slightest noise, the funniest line,
The swelling cravings, oh but not this time!
As the smoke begins to rise below,
I fly higher to and fro,
from my murky brain I conceive
my greatest thoughts, as I live and breathe
in the contents from the colored glass,
sharing the moment, the present and past,
and scribble my brilliance in messy ink,
but as I fly lower, I need more time to think!
Refueling is simple, costly yet urgent.
As the smoke rises again, I feel it, the surge!
The energy returning, the thoughts racing wildly,
my body relaxing, my mouth smiling childishly,
my eyes flicker faster than the beating of my heart,
the sensations return, never to grow apart
from the slurred laughter that emits from me,
I fly high once more, happy and free.
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