The Purple Haze - Poem

Lost in the clouds, never coming down - why would you search for me? I don't want to come down. The pain, eases away The senses, have so much to say There's beauty to be found, just not on the ground. Death skirts the minds of many, purple haze can be the cure - let's feed it to the masses, there'd be no more war. Fear rampant in the minds, anxiety way too high, unless of course, that purple haze gets you high. Cancer eats through her body, exhaustion warns of the end, purple haze can save the day, she's still able to win. Eyes and mind they fight, screaming in pain, but even with bulimia cannabis can cure the pain. The seizures they stop her, nearly dead in her tracks and the masses still voting, to stab her in the back. There's no doors to be open, they have always been shut. Just open your mind, stop! don't keep it shut... The cures they surround us, you've been searching too long what grows from the ground shall be sweet in the bong.