Haze

An unexplainable sensation enters a fragmented mind, the nostalgia of a substance makes the participants feel sublime

There's no valuable explanation givin at the present time why one looks so eager to ingest the powdery thin white line

Looking at a broken clock wondering why dose time stand still, why won't it just pass on by is it dead is it I'll?

Yesterday was amazing so beautiful and colorful

Today seems so hazy, so distant an uncontrollable

Tomorrow is a scary though and they sherily want no part of it's twisted plot.

So they dance in a trance and stand with both hands reaching out for the holy land

Do they plan to wake up, question what is right now, what it maybe made of, what's in its characteristics, its DNA, its make up

Or will they continue to walk around so aimlessly, waving thier arms so shamelessly, playing the part so gracefully

With No regards for reality no accountability to call thier own In reality there just lost vessels caught in a raging storm trying to find thier own way home.