The drugs didn't work,
no matter what the hippies said.
I have been escaping reality for too long.
The drink, the cigarrettes and the pot are slowly destroying my digestive system.
Maybe I should live in the now rather than in the past,
coz I'm currently binging my way through the present.
What good is life if you can't trust the ones you once loved,
and the ones you now love come in tablet form.
I should be breathing the stale polluted air and enjoying life like everyone else.
Open my eyes and see the things that mere mortals see,
for without chenical substance I am no longer god.
I am surrounded by lonely people and I am not one of them.
I have a purpose,
and it is life.
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