Feel good

Pleasure me,
A few coins for a surge  of euphoria,
Let me pay for what I want to be mine,
Dopamine and I’ll be fine
On cloud nine and I’ll see just fine,
Breathe fine
Live fine
Enjoy life
Forsee life

In fact, I get to be my own prophet,
I see things
What I see is so vivid,
Hahahaha… hahahaha

Come!
come pleasure me canna…
Cannabis nwanna awuruo guy name
After some puffs, I’m gonna be naming the stars all over again

I’m gonna tame my fears all through the day,
I’m gonna launch into the deepest of archives
And catch something
Anything!
A glimpse of what the future holds, perhaps
I tell the truth
I’m not unsure
I fear for nothing

Haaaaaahaa… haaaaaa
I’m so bold,
I’m so sure I can foretell
You don’t have an idea of how much I already know,
I can tell your future for free if you want

Euphoria tells me I’m free after all,
I thought so too
And that’s why I risked it all,
Puff after puffs
For a pleasure so sublime

Line after line
Doesn’t go outta line,
Does it?
Dopamine after dopamine does it
Until intense cravings begin to kick in

Danger! Danger! On the wall,
I saw it
Come home! Come home,
I ignored it
Euphoria got me real bad,
I could smell it,
I knew it
Yet I couldn’t stop it

When help came in, I stalled it,
But when Ebenezer stepped in, I couldn’t stop him
Instead, I leaned in

And when my cravings come knocking,
I breathe in
I rest in him

Ebubechi
©2026

An awful conclusion

To falter is an option to be ignored right there when spurred.

But leaves an ‘I don’t care nod‘ instead of a step.

Air has made the balloon fatter while past failures still lurks around.

Know that purpose is a deep water.

Understanding will lure the fountain within not you standing so sure you have a brain to count on, with conscious efforts of kneeling be ready to birth a mountain.

“Where was that brain of yours when comfort zone stole time and left you pained?”

“Where was your brain when the added weight kept altering every step you took to catch up with the train?”

“Where was your brain when the candle within was quenched and you were drained?”

An awful conclusion it is, one propelled by absence of Divination.

The altar needs fire not water. Farther will age read unless a retreat is called.

The altar needs consistency not a ‘once in a blue moon visitor.’

The altar needs to be mobile not cold because the author won’t speak until visiting becomes hourly even though tagged odd

The altar will draw so much and won’t tire when on fire!

– Ebubechi
(c) 2021