Stoned Realization

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I’m trying to stop the things that are bad for me,
because they only get me so far.
It all works for a while,
until it doesn’t anymore.

How many gardens do I have to dig before I’m fine?
Everything used to be better when I was high.

But now even with the green light
the skies still turn gray,
and all of my tears
turn into more rain.

The water pours from my eyes,
it always makes me realize,
maybe it’s okay to cry,
I didn’t for a long time.

I hope someday the peaceful life will be for me,
and I’ll smile at the dappled sunlit ground beneath the trees.