The
Ethereal Plane
Why do we do it?
Why do we fall prey
to a few less brains cells
another nail in the coffin
a year or two less of our life
What life is there without them?
More headache
more heartache
more hypocrisy
Why do we do it?
Why do we sink into the bottle
the bag
the ethereal plane
of angst and anxiety
sedation and medication
Perhaps life's greatest experiment
is our our willingness to use what's available
in order to comprehend it all
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