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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