Somehow, I made it to college.
I didn't think I would live to see the day.
I have almost completed two semesters,
So why am I thinking about the black feathers
From my horrid fantasy again?
I know that attending college
And getting good grades
Is more than a minor success,
But I feel as if I am self-sabotaging myself.
One hit, two hit, three hit, four...
The high of the dab pen is knocking on my door.
I hit my juul once more
To top it all off.
I get high
And I see
This new perspective, new doors
All around me.
It shows me that I've got a lot to live for,
And maybe to open one of the good doors,
I need to stop self-sabotaging myself.
Maybe I need to just focus on myself right now,
And not get too high
To the point I can't finish my homework
I do enjoy this new perspective though.
And I often find myself coming back to this place
When I take a blunt
And light it, breathing smoke in
And out again-- in front of my face.
