Blues song draft

At first I did not know

The meaning of my soul

They said.  “Just follow your calling” So I smoked my bowl.

Searching for the meaning

Without sensing the point

Fuck it, hand me a beer

And light up that joint

Going off the deep end
Others remain at shore
I may fail to transcend
But I will not remain a bore.

Doesn’t it feel strange

My perceptions seem blind

Obsessing about that which does not change

Except for what my conceit opined

 

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