Below My Window

I looked below--      
One story down and        
A world away.      
       
I was coked out,      
Watching my friends        
Trip in the back yard      
While smoking a cig and        
Peering out of my window.     
       
I could see cars driving by        
On the streets beyond the        
Fence that reminded me of        
The real world-- my friends        
Reminded me of the fantasy.     
       
I told them things I        
Thought they wanted to hear--      
The good in thier essences      
Spoken from a kind soul.      
       
I wanted them to have        
Trips I no longer could--      
Good vibes I lost long ago.