When I smoke that weed
That boosts creativity
I don't find myself wanting to talk to humanity
I don't sell my soul instead I speak to God, you see
Even if my every word is lost I'll still know I can dream
While we as a species commit treason against the flag we believe in
No ones coming round checking, 'Hey, maybe he needs some freedom."
Capture my mind in time and you'll be a friend of mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Zachary. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.