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Little Paper Package
Early in the morning or late at night
It don't matter when, it's just best at the height
Of your exhaustion, depression, your stress
It's a time for your thoughts, a time for your rest
Just walk a block away to take up time
The depth within the steps; thoughts making life prime
Like sitting on a mountain top seeing
Clouds of memories float by feeling so freeing
Just inhale good vibes from your surroundings
Exhale grief, sorrow, and the awful mountings
Of this world's worries; rid of all hurries
Watch the smoke billow out and carry throughout
Then evaporates, just like your troubles
The core of your strength and sense doubles
That little paper package converts hardships to little vapor baggage
It hits you easy like a plane takes flight;
There is pressure of force but once it is released into the air it's as smooth as a kite
In with the good, out with the bad
Hit after hit this world is less sad
And the less and less I get mad
Until the fulfillment I have had
Author's Notes/Comments:
This piece starts a transition from ten to eleven meters, but ends in free style because I believe it reflects how smoking is. After a stressful, long day or a hardship it is perfect to smoke but first it takes a procedure to set up, but once you are smoking, it is freeing and structure and worries don't matter anymore. It's just kind of something I did for fun. If I was a good singer I might turn it into a song haha. Let me know what you think! Tell me if the metaphors stand out and it is pleasing to the ear to read aloud! Comments and criticism is appreciated. 
