Flying.

Roll it, light it, smoke it.
inhale, exhale, breathe.
Float high, to never die.
High for life, never to hit
that low, feeling so low.
Burnt and dead, feeling so ashamed.
Roll it, light it, smoke it
again and again
burn it and fly
and pray not to crash
and burn while flying,
high in the sky.
♠ ♠ ♠
I write a lot of poems about weed in Math class, just sayin'.