Get High

I can feel it in the air

Catching winds

Sky views

Air paper thin…

I want to get high.

Higher than the planes go

Higher than,

Rocket ships in route to outer space,

So…

High.

Get me lifted.

I want to,

Feel my body separate

from my spirit

To float, and elevate

Free my mind

So I can meditate

And clear my head…

Get me high.

No weed

I want to touch ceilings

I didn’t know I could reach

And feel my soul

At it’s highest peak.

I want to get high.

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