I'll try not to do anything that I'll end up regretting.
But I can't promise you anything.
And I'd tell you now, but you'd end up forgetting,
when we're stoned we don't accomplish anything.
And all humans are are divine spirits sleeping,
and in bigger pictures, just nothing.
It's as if we're all trapped inside love that is leaving,
and our wisdom turns out to mean nothing.
an: to everyone that is reading or has read this - I just realized that I love you.