Weed

(Sound of a lighter flicking… flicking… flicking…) Yo, does this thing have flint? (Finally sparks) There we go. Yeah… turn the bass up a little bit. We cruising at an altitude of zero feet. I’m looking for the remote but it’s sitting in my hand Brain moving slow like grains through the sand Of an hourglass, wait, how many hours passed? Since I sat down? I’m moving slower than molasses Glasses on my face but I don’t need a prescription My eyes are low-res, looking for a description Of the vibe right now, it’s hazy and green I’m staring at the screensaver on the TV screen. I got a bag of chips, flavor is "All Dressed" I’m feeling zero stress, feeling truly blessed But tragedy strikes, panic in the sector I lost the lighter again, I need a detector I checked the pocket, the table, the crack in the seat I swear this little plastic thing has grown feet Oh wait, it’s on my lap. Crisis averted. Back to the mission, focus re-inserted. We just orbiting the couch (Yeah) Head in the clouds, but we inside the house Rolling up the stress, blowing out the doubt If you got the snacks, then bring ‘em all out. Now I’m thinking deep thoughts, philosophical stuff Like, is a cloud just a ghost that’s feeling kinda tough? And why do we call it a building if it’s already built? I’m sinking in the cushions, wrapped up in a quilt. My phone is buzzing loud, someone sending a text I look at the screen, I’m confused and perplexed It asks: "You hungry?" That’s a rhetorical question I’m ready to consume for the sake of digestion.