Getting high with the help of my mate Nazmul's tune <br />Sounds of the piano and violins pour into my room <br />Plus the deep thudding bass and snare share my mood <br />Smokey eyes see no worries through thick white plumes <br />As the music tells the green its time too bloom <br />Slow smoke rises up my face I close my eyes so soon <br />I feel nothing but bass and a sensation I’m on the moon <br />My minds floated away from this place where problems loom <br />My body to numb for races but I’m on the move <br />Removing myself from reality coz nothing there’s true <br />Spliff hand up to my lips halfway through my zoot <br />For another ten minutes I think that will do <br />I’m still in my room but no longer feeling cooped <br />Worries drown out when music green and I form our group<br /><br />Kaspa Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smokey-eyes-2/
