purple

I thank the lord for this small bit of herb,
for the land it grew upon, and for the sun it brings.

mary jane has come to rescue me from the madness that lives inside.

if there's ever a time in the future that I will not remember,
now I will, because I wrote this,
and I will remember.

it's soul music coming through my ears like marvin gaye,
when they used to have those big brass sounds, horn sections, back-up singers.
big people with sounds that were so talented.