blasting back out of the past,
thinking of who i was,
the stoner,
the hippie,
the unprepared youth,
living a day for another high,
living a day for another ride
going nowhere, having no one,
two step from jail,
two from no home,
except 3 hots and a cot,
if i got caught,
living in a make believe reality,
from pot to heroin
to shroom to acid
and when it was all gone,
saying good bye
then realizing I'm making a excuse to go get high.