Paranoia

Sometimes life just seems to flow,
With perfect verse,
and elegance,
where you just know
                                  This moment is poetry.
Then someone sits
right next to you,
closer than you would like,
and you realize
                                  She wreaks of weed.
Life can be complex
sometimes.
Now give it to me
we are already fucking high.
                                   So now we can be prose.