There is something I want to do
That I know that I probably shouldn’t
I want to go and get as high as a kite
In this world of torment, who wouldn’t?
I am telling myself I need it for creativity
It is obvious that it does open doors
The problem is that I don’t want to rely on it
Then it becomes just another one of my chores
Maybe I am contemplating using it
Because I have work I am trying to escape
This year I want to explore my talents
But genius take loads of effort to shape
I would prefer it to just fall out of the sky
But I have learned many times the hard way
That you just don’t open your mouth when you’re high
You also have to choose the right words to say
That requires moulding your flickering attention
Into a sharp ray of penetrating thought
If you want to entertain people
You cannot turn up and offer them nought
Or maybe I want to smoke it to discover
What I am supposed to be doing with my life
I know one thing for sure and that is god didn’t intend
For me to spend every day all day with my wife
So maybe some time kicking back and reflecting
Would help me figure out the direction to go
Maybe I will discover that I am not an artist
I just convinced myself I was a long time ago
The thing is I got stoned with a friend at new year
He asked me if I had been taking comedy lessons
Cause the patter was flowing of my tongue
I was killing him with my very presence
But I guess I should realise that it was a fluke
You cannot rely on Guinness, whisky and dope
I really do need to knuckle down and do the work
But maybe getting high would give me some hope
Cheers!
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