It's taken its toll,

A lack of control,

Sitting on rooftops, lighting up spliffs.

Sitting on hills, taking bong rips.

For years I've been doing this,

Sitting High Above the City

I always felt there was more.

Like a log washed up on shore.

I feel content,

Or is it this hit?

Have I maxed out life,

And this really is it?

Reached the end of the road

As satisfied as I could ever be.

Just me,

Sitting ...