We’re traveling consumers of stimulants and humor.
Careless and liberal, fearless and uncivil.
Filling our wraps with Green just-grown. Sleeping on couches with voices unknown.
This world is our oyster, People have said, I see piranhas in packs instead. We contemplate to run or not, and realize their fierceness is just a facade.
Their bite is hard but we are numb, so we go living on.