See the lost child just a soul wondering, for the missing pieces sitting puzzled. In seeing double asking on some inspiration. But in reality feeling more ashamed cause the substances laid on the table will make you reconsider and on taking that theres not to much to remember, as the pleasure takes hold of the mind. In believing Im find but in reality my mind is outracing the heart, as the smoke sets apart not looking foward to the start. In parting ways slurring from the mouth. Lids hanging heavy.. eyes staring steadily thinking is this really my reality. Or just a living with the wrong mentality