God

[kolte]

I'm not quite sure if I have posted this in the past, because I wrote it late last year.

Sifting threw the fibers of my synthetic reality
I move to the mouth of my cave to sit
and stretched as far as my eyes could see
Well a man stood down in the valley transfixed
with his gaze upon the sky
his hand slipped into his pocket
to reveal a bag of joy inside

To get high is to get by
and to have a good time

Well an urge then fell upon me
so I made my decent unto his side
His eyes welled up with tears
as he hastily beckoned me to toke his pipe
I obliged and we sat in harmony
Just listening to the trees
Who neglected spoke for hours
on the topic of the breeze

I get high to get by
and to have a good time

[Underground_Network]

Wow Kolte, you're a great writer and that's one great piece. :)