Rip away, smoking green,
Take the hit, it was mean,
Yellow smoke, Harsh hit,
Feeling high, coughing fit,

My muse, exhaled in a puff,
Feel the words, never enough,
Try to keep it, but it fades,
Take another, go up a few shades.

I am done, I can take no more,
Too close, closer than before,
Are you telling me everything?
Or are you hiding something?

Are the signals real?
Is that how you feel?
Is my mind just a ****?
Is it playing another trick?

I can't ask, the answer to dangerous,
I can't ask, the question outrageous,
But it burns my mind, the not knowing,
I can't be right, but the signs are all showing,

Tell me I am wrong, stop this train,
These thoughts don't belong, all in vain,
**** the beast, before it goes on a rampage,
Just end it now, so you can turn the page.

Treading a long way in the life’s trail,
Only to realize all accomplishments are futile.
Came Master in my life then,
Blessing and bestowing true accomplishments,
Of spiritual awakening and
Beholding divine drama in things!
Knowledge of knowledge and
Accomplishment of accomplishments,
I bow unto the holy feet of my Master
For making me aware of greater things of life!

She grew tired
of having to hide
from her need
to look deeper outside

so she struck up a match
and she burned
down all of her prisons
and never returned.