too high to read

I‘m way too high to read again

Deleuze ain‘t making sense

I‘ve jeopardized entire weeks

By smoking in the morning

I‘ll never understand the world

Instead I choose to morph it

By putting on these shades that hide

The pain that lurks beneath me

To speak on things I‘ve heard about

And read about in screens

Is the only way I justify

To trap myself in dreams

And if life gets harder anyways

I‘ve always been conditioned

To adapt to shitty circumstance

I‘m smoking on my wishes