My soul burst through the atmosphere,
Finally facing that ridiculous fear,
Answering the questions,
Immersed in Kant’s Critique of Reasons.
Obliterating through tricky paths,
Reiterating the reality of what I believe to be within principle,
& yet as I ponder during my journey,
I wonder about how will I determine what principles really mean to me?
The thoughts taunt me,
The drugs drowning out the racing wonders.
I finally sit back,
Calming down from the oxy high,
Breathing,
Reaching for the blunt to my left,
I’ll worry on such ordeals more tomorrow.