Other Drugs

This road is smooth,
So I'll make a bump -
Slow down the speed,
Let the Tarmac crack
and grow with weeds,
This road is smooth,
So perhaps take heed,
I make my potholes,
I drink the n.e.e.d.....

A road too smooth.
A slippery slope,
Lost in honesty,
Trust and hope,
Too smooth, is it a lie?
I must be doped?

But.
Nope.

Look for the problems that don't exist, while sailing a river of caramel bliss.
It's not just tennis, this isn't a game. It's more like I've forgotten my name.

What happened to words? And time?
And the small contemplation of a mind that was mine?
I heard the worst, I heard the absurd...
Perhaps I can lose it in these words...