
weary of reality
i ride out to its edge
there, i smoke a little herb
and leap right off the ledge
my flailing arms turn into wings
i soar into the blue
and high above reality
i find a better view
–photo by me

weary of reality
i ride out to its edge
there, i smoke a little herb
and leap right off the ledge
my flailing arms turn into wings
i soar into the blue
and high above reality
i find a better view
–photo by me