Times and Friends

Collectively confused and collaborating to castaways a woeful moody moment.

We’re finding sweet salvation from the sudden death of thought s of just moments ago.

Toke and smoke and light one up to take away our past.

Reminisce of Christmas trees and always puff, puff, pass.

When good friends get together we always smoke a blunt.

Leaving our minds at every night, that’s our favorite stunt.