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