Laying on my kitchen floor again,
home alone again.
Blowing smoke into the cabinets,
thinking that'll hide it.
Maybe I'm a magnet -
to cannabis filled mind entanglement.
Maybe devil's advocate.
I'm scared and I can't put word to word
on how I prefer to sometimes live life
in a blur.
I'm an amateur, yet entrepreneur
of connoisseurs with no regrets.