1973

Its 4:23, ahh snap its late u see. Precisely 183 seconds way past 4:20.
Its, high times for me.
An im certain we certainly missed the first blunt of weed! So come on please! Make it quick! Come, fly with me.

I just got my feathers cleaned. And I knew you wont believe, how i got them from two 'transparent' beings.
That actually fled celestial street as orphans who been abandoned as teen and wanted by thieves for stealing godly antiques to sell them for cheap!!
And thats when they ran into me.
An I had my hands on them wings!
Thats as fly as Icarus tings!!

Now my body be a body-mobile, with aerodynamics and every aviation techniques.
Can catch me happily free
Like hippie that lived
In 1973
Which so happens to be exactly two years before aids stepped in the scene.

That Trojan disease. So please!!
Take me back to 73…
Im really ready to leave.
At least im always there in my sleep, which keeps me daring to dream!
But how can i possibly sleep!! With all the ephedrine that i keep, awake as can be
As this energy who's struggling to snuggle between! Blankies pillows and sheets! 

I even know insomniacs who hustle for SLEEP!! And that alone it keeps me daring to dream!
So if we take a good look at this year, and 1973
And how far apart they actually be
Its like the polarity of people and me.
These dilated pupils can see,

Dark days digging real deep for no diggidy deed so that the sun wouldn't be.
Loosely leafs,
For you and me
Since lucidity
Is already seeing things in this insightful read.

Scribed on paper planes
A scroll of fantasy  
This fix of fiction scripts
Thats taking trips on finger tips thats paging potent prints of stories soaked in L.S.D
So we can vividly see the ecstasy from the early seventies!!!
With all my flower-empowering peeps!
Throwing hand signals of peace!!!!