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.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
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.
My mind is in an odd place, perhaps the drugs. Who knows. Yet I embrace the subconscious inspiration.
