Resin on fingers
Bring memories of the blunt
And perfect smoke rings

To my dear friend ****
I thank you for everything
You've been a pleasure

Our ability to imagine is a beautiful thing.
Open our minds to the wonders we'll bring.
Think of something done and twist it around.
There's always something bound to be found.
Arrange and churn inside of our heads.
Meddle with them to witness the spreads.
The room for expansion is seemingly endless.
The advancement of innovation is among our trendless.

It’s amazing to do anything you please.
Because in your hand lie the keys.
Weigh the morality of the choices you make.
Sometimes you'll give and sometimes you'll take.
But what you give you will receive,
And the chosen actions will start to weave,
A web of a movement in the direction to,
The goals set in motion for you to follow through.
Anything is attainable in the right frame of mind.
Time is endless when you know how to unwind.

I hold everything in the palm of my hand.
Choosing for amusing purposes firsthand.
Nothing has ever been so at ease.
Aiming for nothing else but to please.
Give joy to myself and the rest of the world.
Negative emotions are consumed and curled.
Determination is at its strongest point.
Bestowed upon from the universal joint.
That’s blazed and burned down to nothing.
But up from the ashes comes a special something.
A smoke that few have been cognizant of before.
It comes from the winds that blow ashore.
In swirls of color that can't be described.
This smoke cannot be circumscribed.
Because it contains all the energy that exists.
Omnipotent and omnipresent; it always persists.