Ganja in My Bones

It’s in this state of my where my sober heart roams
I’ve needed healing; I feel the ganja in my bones
This is where I know this Earth is so beautiful and perfect
We forget that with the media we become deserted
In this place I can see whatever I wish to see
Whether that is the past, present, future, or this simple dream
I fly here, up into the beams of sunlight and dim
I thrive in the music of Ozzy, Pink Floyd, or Led Zeppelin
I think I hear the bugs clicking and chirping over the volume
It’s crazy I can see the flowers bloom
The goose bumps in my skin feel like portals to all over the universe
I see sparkles on my skin; I think it’s the stars
Hello sweet perfection, this pleasant place
The place where I feel fixed and safe
Hello picture perfect, picture perfect man
The name of Bader, the warmth of my skin, the only one I let hold my hand
Your voice is so soothing; it’s the most relieving thing
Your love spoken words . . . Oh the joy they surely bring
Oh Bader I love you so, you’re the blessing of the generation
You will change the world; you’ll work past your own limitations
This moment I miss you, I wish I could see that handsome face
I wish you had your arms around my body, lovely embrace
The sun isn’t as beautiful as your eyes
The sun could never surpass the feel of this high
This place is peaceful, but it isn’t complete
I want to feel the warmth beneath my feet
I want to taste the sparkles, smell the flowers
Sweep you off your feet, climb up high towers
Into the clouds, the child wonders of the Earth
The temptations are high, it’s the curse