I light my trees and find my niche,
I just want to be at peace. π
To bullshit I pay the least,
attention, the trees, they relieve my tension. π
Did I forget to mention?
It depends on your intention. π
Evil thoughts make an evil mind,
And you'll get paranoid if you watch the time. π
So I let it run,
While my soul drifts.
When I light a joint and take a rip.
From my lime water I take a sip. πΉ
And listen to the trees,
Blowing in the breeze. π΄
-13.7