Waiting for my begining to end and come to a point,
I contemplate the situation, while hitting a joint.
In this I'm lost, and why?
Must be the pot,
or unwillingness to succumb,
only to be stranded, left handed,
left handled, dismantled.
A lazy-eyed visionary,
with stimulation: pulminary,
and arterial transformation,
from societal mis-information.
We let a mass confusion,
create a worldly contusion.
Black and blue, and red on the inside.
Life struck: blindeside.
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