LET'S TRY EACH OTHER ON FOR SIZE!

I feel the darkness consume my every being
and the light, my light, spitting out ad homonyms with
every pound of it's energy.
Bless and suffer my son?

And so i question...

WHO are those to embrace mediocrity as the new religion,
When those who stand among giants, fall and scraped away
like pitiful road kills on a busy Monday morning?
Irony has never had a better form than now.

And so i ask...

Do myself proud and peel away the pain ?
Or may I have faith in fate and peel away the pride?
Never for so long had i face questions that face me in return
with principles in question.
Why than does questioning feel so wrong?

And so i whisper...

Let's not be stupid and wake up the monster with
teeth as frightening as a disposable dentures,
body as run down as a biscuit factory and
with the strength so mammoth-like it shall tweak the plastic cup by
an incredible millimetre!
No, let's not even think about it!

And so i dream...

Essence of "I" will be control by the form of "WE"
The form of "WE" is the reality of an illusion
Illusion is the reality cause by fear
Fear of the "big and scary" monster

Now the question to me, that i dream is

"how is it possible that weed make us incredibly smart?"