A long time ago I'd look to the sky through vibrant colorful kitten-petting electro bumping lens, the pot was more rich than gold, many shades of greens, aroma more potent than pine herself, and sticky that bud, eyes glowing red, blazing all through the night, with no care in sight, nostrils tickled for snow in summer, anything, so I wouldn't remember,
and I'd find it, you bet id find it, I'd rail every last track in town until the trains collided and my world fell down, I awoke the day you kicked me out, but now looking back, I'm glad you did.