Alone on a Cloud

I wanna sit up on a cloud - bide my time,
get the highness to my head...
I wanna fly forever - tick, tick, time,
the world below is seemingly dead.

Spend my days getting lost - enlightened.
I wanna touch the stars tonight...
I find myself rockin' on the moon -
Jammin' with these stone-eyed sights.

All alone and comfortable as hell - fuck the world below,
I'm tired of the hurried explanations...
Superficial themes, gilded in words they don't know ,
While I see the truth up here in constellations.


A little acoustic melody was running through my head so I decided to write a little poem - more like a little song. Needless to say I was a little cooked. I wrote this back in high school, and looking back on it is just raw nostalgia of the days when I was stoned every waking second - living without a care in my life. Fuck man, and then I woke up one day caring about things and just like that the world is dressed in a different dress - colored a different hue - and by jove I was the painter! Well anyways, if you know me well enough you know I haven't gotten high since November 1 2004...not that I don't still love pot, but I've come to love less articial things - things a little more pure. But I'll get high again, and I'll sing this song for all of you, and we'll all shine on...