The Cannabis Experience a Human Rite
Sat silent til dawn in her divine presence
I muse upon the questions of existence
Speculatin’ again as to what this plane is
Wonderin’ about this mortal coil of vanity
This daily grind of fantasies and insanity
These feeble smoke rings I blow dissipate
I watch them melt back into the very ether
The swirls of billowy smoke twirl languidly
The cursive mist looks like ancient scripts
Prophetic visions written upon the lazy air
Spent embers in my bowl glow pale reddish
Hedonistic feelings assaults my mind’s eye
My body vibrates and buzzes with jubilation
To be medicated with green dream vapours
Is a daily luxury that bilongs to every human
Oh to pass time in relaxed recreational state
Is an every day occurrence we should all try
To sit silent mashed in contemplation of life
Should be the aim of the mystically inclined
The spiritual sensations of sativa electrifies
Sweet herb improves the human experience
