A joint on the table,
Lies waiting to be lit,
Its fragrance fills the air,
As I take a little whiff.
A tiny spark ignites it,
And the smoke begins to swirl,
As I inhale its essence,
My mind begins to unfurl.
The world around me fades,
And my thoughts begin to flow,
As I contemplate life's mysteries,
And the highs and the lows.
The joint on the table,
Has unlocked a new perspective,
And as I bask in its glory,
My soul feels truly reflective.
