If I could rap, dis be a rap.

I contain nothing

Nitrous huffin’

Ganja puffin’

I am air

I am gas

A human shaped air mass

High class helium

Burns brain cells,

Depleting ‘em 

So I re-up by eating ‘em

Psilocybin dreamin’ and

Lightheaded feelin’

No feelin’

Reeling towards ceilings

Disappearing

Nearing the clearing 

Mind afloat

Get on board a flying boat

Visualize non-existent seas

Instead of 3-D reality

I am nothing

Nothing but air

I’m hardly aware

Of states of minds

I hallucinate,

See other kinds.

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