Averagy Clarity

It's a beautiful morning, under the shade of an awning, there's a slight Fallish breeze, with the scent of us smoking weed, wake and bake's great, when coffee hits lips to taste, plus with the aroma sniffed, reminisces bliss of yet another day's blessed gift, what a privelege it is to grow old, rest in power to all those lost souls, gone way too early, practically unwordy, surely a poet can describingly express the best, but certain terms I've learned can be a test fest, where even brilliant genius creative minds aren't able to find clarity, so expectations are rather low for those more averagy, no judgment hate or shade, redemption ain't pay to gain/saved since prayed!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

8/30/26