Drift Away

[DisturbedPoet]

watch me drift away.
Forget about everything,
with nothing else to to say.

Some how luck, has me stuck.
So I drift away
, and not give a fuck.
Why stress,
I'll just burn up.

I'm tired of doing time.
I'm searching for that light to shine.

They say,
weed makes it worse.
Others say,
it helps analyze this curse.

Called a struggle.
Every day stuck in a hustle.
While others feed off, your work.
You should smoke on some perk.
Maybe life is more than what it may seem.
Maybe you would feel better,
if you smoked some green.


My brain,
my brain I twist up,
and I spill on this paper.
While my trees turn to vapor.
I get right with the creator.
Yea the one that made ya.
High in the sky.
I'll be smoking on trees till the day I die.
Don't see my vision,
I don't care to wonder why.