in my own lane

leanin on the rocker with a tilt feelin the break fall into a laugh bcuz we cant get outta this shit alive... life aint shit but to spend it on the joys double jointed to toke n did i mention im high af n tappin outta thy mind... off the loose end hangin on with one hand n down to the pinky finger as i die of laughter rollin like the smoke from the icky burnt... lickin letters before they exit the mouth drippin into form with a curve bringin the imagination from the silence of bein unheard... a tad bit different lookin for toe prints at the ends of steps for no fuckin reason other than ive done smoked n im trippin on the lil shit... aint a damn one us gonna make it so the birds must fly with the smoke engulfin the visual pretendin im on a mountain as high as my feet cant touch the grounds grip... out there somewhere is my mind livin carefree n i dont care to find it comin back any time soon... im jus starin at the walls thinkin about how good jelly toast sounds with a lil butter but i cant move... no ones gettin out with anything here n im jus peachy with the thought of still bein alive to light up that fire burnin me into a state of mind where i can fade... n they say im crazy for piecin shit together in ways they can relate... yet whos agreein with my silly azz when the tappin begins findin humor in the unleashin of hey brain!!! colonizin fragments made of thoughts at the edge of here ya fuckin go as the push packs another bowl heated by the flame... on the goofs end of life tailin the psychotic around like a lost puppy pointin n makin fun of their norm... one click too far gone i play in my own lane n have since i was born... introduced to the thc back when i was jus a lil fella as it became my best fuckin friend... n this is how it goes in my reality as its my life thats spent...