Soaring thoughts, but can’t recall,
Time flies by, I miss it all.
Overcooked snacks that smell like feet,
New munchies found in every seat.
Every "just one hit" turns to three,
Gumball machines are now my spree.
Rolling papers, lost like dreams,
Oops! That stash was not what it seems.
Can't find my keys, or my own shoes,
Daydreams are fun, I swear that's the news.
Stuck in the fridge, a culinary quest,
Exquisite delights—if only I'd guessed!
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