The stairs of pot went high.
Soon past the sky.
All at once with the universe.
Until the inner cloud burst.
Everyone became an un-friend.
Even my mind began to bend.
Pink hair, ragged cloths, nothing to eat.
All day long, a bowl and a window seat.
My mind did not think.
Cool piss in the kitchen sink.
Everything just became a bummer.
It lasted for many summers.
Time just past without a care.
Grew real long cool hair.
Society was not on my wave length.
Structured order, became un-strength.
One day a book was on the sod.
Jesus saved me, with the help of God.