I am baked. Whatever.

I am stoned. Baked. Spaced out. Or high… Or?
Oh my God, so many synonyms exist!
Well the wind is loving, and the clouds are growling,
And now I realise –
I am laughing like a baboon along with my stoner siblings!
What did I do now?
Did I say something?
Was I talking out loud?
I was talking to myself i believe…

Damn!  I am high man! 
And it’s awesome what I feel.

Relaxation and peace…
Wait!  Did yoga involve this??
Yoga equals to peace and so does weed..
Did all God smoke this??
Whatever, definitely for me weed is the gateway to the holiness of peace.

With Edm to my ears, and lightness of my soul,
I am reaching up higher to a place unseen.
Travelling through time I can see the world evolving around me.
With a relaxed mind it’s Nirvana I feel.

Fuck man I writing bullshit trying to match the rhythm..
Thinking about tigers aliens and phantoms!
Or am I typing down my thoughts-
The ones floating in front of me.

Ahh… Peace it is,
I feel a halo above me.
I am flying effortlessly high above….
Yes, The Gift Of Weed I feel.

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27 responses to “I am baked. Whatever.

  1. Totally baked…hahaha…Nice one Tanu ! Didn’t know you wrote when you were high too ๐Ÿ˜›

    And love the change of name, Fusion_Beats is way better than the cursed soul ๐Ÿ˜‰

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