I'm always dying to escape from reality,
just to enter into a blissful sense of confusion.
To be confined by utter unawareness,
and entwined in my mind's own illusion.
I long for my problems to appear meaningless,
and to relieve my body of anxious thoughts,
escaping from my lips in twirling, thick smoke,
looping and twisting my mind into knots.
The moments seem slower and the sky; darker,
I begin my descent into a half-concious state,
but it doesn't bother me that I've lost all control,
I just let the high take me until it's too late.
And now I find that I can't turn my back on it,
the only thing that offers escape from this hell,
such a simple drug makes me weak all at once,
a few drags from a joint and a word of farewell.