Stoned.

It never fails to bring a big unconditional smile on my face,
When the pot is good… Along red eyes I fly happy untamed.
With a cup of chai to compliment the smoke,
I feel richer and happier even though I am broke.
Cigarettes are burnt to keep the level intact,
I look around, observe and learn new facts.
The green herb plays with my mind and to Tomorrowland it takes,
And I travel to the part of my mind where the the happy Me is baked.

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