What's going on?

I'm feeling high tonight.
Not sure what it's from
Could it be these pills?
Maybe these cheap thrills.

I can't be sure.

Where's my waldo?
Is he in my dream?
My friends, I don't know.

I sit here and write with smoke in my eyes
The people around me
I can't be sure of

Hand done tat's
what's going on?


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