Yeah I wanna smoke some weed,
Lay upon the grass a bit.
Feel the sun kissing my face as I take another hit.
I was told just yesterday that when you lose, you lose some sense.
Even if your pockets full, carrying nothing but 50 cents.
The sky is always the limit, take off into the open air.
Tad bit scary, don't you think? To fly and fall without a care?
But who ever must dare to dream of lemons, growing on apple trees.
I'll say what I feel at any moment given even if it's brutal and hurts.
I'm no longer a pawn in your game of chess,
where only you get to win.
No longer the one amidst the pests, biting into my skin.
My heart is worn proudly on my sleeve, and I always tuck it into bed at night.
'Cause you see when you've gone through as many battles as me, you'll learn to never give up your fight.
We're only aging, decaying, dying to live.
Loving to hate and hating to live.
Their sad eyes follow me up and down the streets.
Hoping I'll stop for just a second to speak.
But you won't hear a peep, no not even a sound.
I've learned to stop and listen and take a minute to look around.
Buddha is Zen and Zen is Buddha.
I wonder if I'll ever come uprooted.
So put your armor on and go seize the day!
We're only here for one more chance,
so be prepared to slay.


© QueenWillow