Freshly Cut Grass

I'm on sabbatical
the timing was radical
I couldn't beat those who're tyrannical
maybe it was all a bit tactical
on my part anyways.....

I smoke a way the day
relaxing, stuck in haze
because here I belong
just me and my bong
things begin to make sense

hence,
I am free
flying across the galaxies
and everything I see
is wrapped in beauty
I am fulfilling my cosmic duty
so excuse me
I'll be back

maybe then everything wont be so black,
but if it still is, I'm cool with it
because I've learned how to wade through shit
even when I say I quit
know that I really don't
cause somewhere in me lives a bit of hope