Can We Be So Lost

must i suffer for joy?

i love what i do

to feel happy-

ok.

yes

i will crush up painkillers

and sprinkle

it on top of my weed.

yes

i will get so high

the ground is purple.

i will not suffer

with my joys.

singing

while we're

tripping up higher.

the silly conversation

that brings us our enginuous

ideas.

that when we're sober

no longer make

sense.

can we be so lost in

this world?

yeah

my memory

is alittle shakey.

yeah

i get

lazy.

but who doesnt?

i love what i do.

i love to get high

like i do.

like i do

dont follow

if you dont want to.

 

Author's Note

i was high when i wrote this im sorry if it makes no sense.