Slight recovery not quite over the slump
I keep my pack on like an ordinary hump
staying off tobacco weed and keeping my nose clean
Slowly producing though these times are very lean
Look on my pretties ain’t it just a sight to see
I’m so slick and together as I drift away to sea
Absolutely no more time for this strange sick vacation
squeezing the last dregs out of my imagination
and as I listen to these synaesthetic lights
and tear up as I breathe forever matchless heights
I wonder what it is that keeps my nose against the stone
I guess I keep a slivered hope I pray that it can hone
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