High Lie
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•1 month ago
#hl #highlie #samc #2024 The smoke curls up, a slow ascent, I sit and ponder where the moments went, Do I enjoy the high, or the time I spent Leading to it, in haze, I sigh. Is the climb the joy or the peak I seek? Does the spliff make the clock's hands weak? Or do I fall in love with every streak, Of thought, as the moments fly? Is the only thing left, to let it be? Let the high engulf, set me free? Time feels like a mystery key, Unlocking the reasons why. I exhale slow, let my worries unwind, Does this spliff make it clear in my mind, That I’m not wasting time, or am I blind To the truth, slipping by in the sky? Each puff pulls me deeper, far from the shore, Am I chasing the high or something more? In this quiet space, what’s worth living for? I question, but still, I try. Is the peace I seek in the smoke or me? Or is it the thought of what could be? The questions roll on, endlessly, As I let the moment die. As the spliff comes to an end, I see, The reality hits, there's more to be, But what’s left now, what’s left for me? So I sit, let time pass by. I flip on the TV, but nothing connects, No shows with good acting or special effec ts, Nothing grabs my soul, nothing reflects Nothings out to enhance this high. I'm full, but still, I take a bite, A hollow habit, nothing feels right, Though the hunger's gone, I just might Fill the space, just to satisfy my mind I'm high, but still, there’s nothing new, So I roll another, to see it through, In search of meaning, In search of new, There's nothing left, but to try. and take a few more puffs, And I chase what I can't quite grasp, Hoping the next hit, brings what I ask, But deeper inside, I know the task Is just to keep getting high.
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#hl #highlie #samc #2024 The smoke curls up, a slow ascent, I sit and ponder where the moments went, Do I enjoy the high, or the time I spent Leading to it, in haze, I sigh. Is the climb the joy or the peak I seek? Does the spliff make the clock's hands weak? Or do I fall in love with every streak, Of thought, as the moments fly? Is the only thing left, to let it be? Let the high engulf, set me free? Time feels like a mystery key, Unlocking the reasons why. I exhale slow, let my worries unwind, Does this spliff make it clear in my mind, That I’m not wasting time, or am I blind To the truth, slipping by in the sky? Each puff pulls me deeper, far from the shore, Am I chasing the high or something more? In this quiet space, what’s worth living for? I question, but still, I try. Is the peace I seek in the smoke or me? Or is it the thought of what could be? The questions roll on, endlessly, As I let the moment die. As the spliff comes to an end, I see, The reality hits, there's more to be, But what’s left now, what’s left for me? So I sit, let time pass by. I flip on the TV, but nothing connects, No shows with good acting or special effec ts, Nothing grabs my soul, nothing reflects Nothings out to enhance this high. I'm full, but still, I take a bite, A hollow habit, nothing feels right, Though the hunger's gone, I just might Fill the space, just to satisfy my mind I'm high, but still, there’s nothing new, So I roll another, to see it through, In search of meaning, In search of new, There's nothing left, but to try. and take a few more puffs, And I chase what I can't quite grasp, Hoping the next hit, brings what I ask, But deeper inside, I know the task Is just to keep getting high.
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