***smokey Eyes*** Poem by Kaspa Richards

Getting high with the help of my mate Nazmul's tune
Sounds of the piano and violins pour into my room
Plus the deep thudding bass and snare share my mood
Smokey eyes see no worries through thick white plumes
As the music tells the green its time too bloom
Slow smoke rises up my face I close my eyes so soon
I feel nothing but bass and a sensation I’m on the moon
My minds floated away from this place where problems loom
My body to numb for races but I’m on the move
Removing myself from reality coz nothing there’s true
Spliff hand up to my lips halfway through my zoot
For another ten minutes I think that will do
I’m still in my room but no longer feeling cooped
Worries drown out when music green and I form our group