Lost In The Smoke: A Boy And His Journey With Weed

In a hazy realm where shadows creep,

A tale unfolds of a boy who took a leap,

Into a realm where inhibitions sleep,

He sought solace in the smoke's mystique.

With curiosity as his guiding light,

He ventured forth one starless night,

Inhaled the clouds, his spirit took flight,

In search of something to make things right.

The weed's embrace, a sweet release,

A momentary respite, a sense of peace,

His worries and troubles found their release,

As he wandered through his mind's inner crease.

Amidst the smoke, he found respite,

A temporary escape from his daily fight,

Yet with each inhale, a part of him took flight,

A reminder of the world outside's true sight.

For in his mind, a tangled thread,

Where visions danced, both light and dread,

The highs and lows, entwined and spread,

A glimpse of bliss, but also a path mislead.

The boy, with each puff, a part of him lost,

In the labyrinth of thoughts, he paid the cost,

The haze obscured the dreams he once embossed,

As reality's grip on his life was tossed.

Yet deep within, a flicker of insight,

A voice whispering softly in the night,

To find his way back, to reclaim his light,

To forge a path guided by what's right.

With courage as his ally, he made a choice,

To break free from the drug's enticing voice,

To chase his dreams, to find his voice,

To rekindle a fire, to make a joyful noise.

In the journey of life, we all stumble and sway,

Seeking solace in myriad ways,

But the true strength lies in finding our own play,

Where our spirit soars in the light of day.

So let this be a tale, a cautionary plea,

To embrace life's highs without losing the key,

To chase dreams with clarity and glee,

And let our true selves forever roam free.