I don't want to be running all my life towards the bad and get stopped in my path to travel on the known road where everyone goes we all think we're poets while I watch you take a drag off your cigarette imagining the smoke traveling in your lungs to klls you automatically like a posion that has never been known i just created it, what a power that would be a trip to another world spices range from scents of citrus to the smell of patchouli touching your soul and drowning you deeper I yearn so much for this but when I get it I go down, far down