Thinking of a toke

I’ll sit and tap my fingers on the table
thinking about when I will be able
to breathe in deep and feel the smoke reach my lungs
and then gently blow it out
and watch it make grey spiraling clouds in the air
a few seconds of oxygen and then have another toke
it makes me feel free
that’s why I smoke
it calms me when there’s sh*t going down
and it chills my drunken nerves

I roll another on the lid of my tin
seeing the deep dark brown on my finger skin
my fingers tingle as the drug filled blood reaches them
and I love to just lie still with my own stoned thoughts
or giggle on the grass with my friends
finding it funny as they wobbly walk
or as I sit watching an umbrella burn beautiful and bright

I smoke the dope because it helps to make it all go away
slowly, with every smokey breath