Tuesday, August 22, 2006

High (on) Dopes...

Beyond the horizon, of the place we doped when we were young
In a world of fears and demons
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary,
Smoking of the purple chilam had begun
Along the Ring Road and down the Bus Addey
Do they still dope there by the Cut?
There was a cigarette brand that was followed by our steps
Emptied before time took our dope away.
Leaving us myriad small creatures trying to dope in the rocks
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was stronger
The dope was higher
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of joints glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how high it was on the other side
Steps got tumbled and we started sleepwalking again
Dragged by the force of a higher high
At a higher altitude with still some dope unburnt
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Our weary eyes still stray to the chilum,
Though knock out by it, we've been some many times

The grass was stronger
The dope was higher
The smell was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The purple haze glowing
The smoke flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever...

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