Floating Clouds

Ashtray full of yesterday’s doubt

I light up, watch the silence shout

Lights flicker like they know my name

Every inhale feels like a getaway plane

Eyes half-closed, mind wide awake

Drifting through the choices I didn’t make

Floating clouds in my head

Rolling green, painting red

I’m not lost, I’m just high

Touching stars in a smoke-filled sky

Floating clouds, take me there

Where the weight turns into air

Postcards from a lucid dream

Truth tastes better in THC

I see the world through a velvet haze

Time slows down in the strangest ways

No regrets, just reruns and flame

Every puff rewrites the blame

Floating clouds in my head

Rolling green, painting red

I’m not broken, just lit

Finding peace where the shadows sit

Floating clouds, take me there

Where the weight turns into air

Let the smoke be my confession

Let the buzz be my protection

I’m not running, I’m just floating

Through the noise they keep promoting

Floating clouds in my head

Rolling green, painting red

I’m not gone, I’m just free

In the fog, I find me

Floating clouds, take me there

Where the weight turns into air