sitting in myself,
in a room with a friend,
no one ever has to pretend.
in my hall of fame,
their is no shame.
when the drugs has entered the brain.
discussions and conversations,
flowing in the mind.
you are one of my kind.
the truck has now entered,
and is unloading his gear.
giving me the feeling,
of a warm embrace that is near.
overwelmed with the disturbing noise,
finally came the voice.
continually bringing me,
to a place where I long to be.
God's fruit is what I swallow,
cause it's making me hollow.