This Is More Than Cloud Nine

Smoking, and crashing through trips,
Lighting, and dropping bars.
Trip ticket, pay to their lips,
Through pathways with no cars.

Through pathways with no cars,
Just floats, and beating skips.
Sits, staring at stars.
As the sun sets, page flips.

As the sun sets, page flips
Everyone has a past,
A present never strips
Itself of its own cast.

Itself of its own cast,
Trees don’t decide colours.
Days are running too fast.
Roses don’t know odours.

Olaveez.