The morning light ignites my brain
as i ignite my bowl
The only way that i can rise
and climb from slumbers hole
Through rain and rays i hear birds sing
Their notes dance in my head
But fog rolls in
On brain and whim
And potheads back to bed
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
The morning light ignites my brain
as i ignite my bowl
The only way that i can rise
and climb from slumbers hole
Through rain and rays i hear birds sing
Their notes dance in my head
But fog rolls in
On brain and whim
And potheads back to bed
