An act of cowardice,
As the world sees it.
I lock my door,
And smoke my weed.

I need an escape-
A momentary relief;
I’ve had enough;
Enough of this shit!

For some moments,
Let me be high;
Let me rule the word,
Let me sail the tide.

Don’t teach me
What to do.
Don’t preach me
I don’t need you.

I know it all
What to do.
You don’t know
What I’ve gone through.

Don’t be afraid
I’ll pull back.
I know my line;
I’ll make my walk.

I’ll shine again,
You be sure.
I just need a break;
I just need a cure.