Our parents always told us
no drugs
I ask myself
why not

Sitting here inhaling toxic fumes
smoke dancing about in my tired lungs
stimulant seeping into my blood
am I dreaming?
Wilted flowers seeming to lift
take another deep breath
inhale, let the smoke corrupt your tired lungs
its their sunshine

My laughter
SINGS
a spring bird flying up
into the oceanic sky
Music notes
dance around me
through my body
as if to their own melody

I wish I could join them
I could almost swim
music runs through my frail fingers
just like warm spring water, filling my ears

Without drugs
How could I grow my flower garden