Doing A Fade Poem by Aram Stefanian

Do a line, do a fade, and then walk a line!
You, a lonely traveler in the infinite night
Waiting for the frigid stars to give you the high sign.
If not, then you're gonna pop a black and white.
Something's wrong unless you breathe easy and unlax.
The moon is your careless guru guiding you around.
Brush off fear! You can make it like nobody's beeswax.
You are now the light traveling much faster than sound.
Your pipe dreams about heaven have already come true,
And you are flying like stink to reach Valhalla door.
Still suffering from the changes you are going through,
You wonder if that's your trip's end or the morning after the night before.