We run into the blinding light. In anguish, we struggle through the past and future, As the present weeps for us.

The "HIGH" will only conceal it; The feeling never really goes. We won’t find happiness at the bottom of the classy bottle, Or a perfectly rolled joint.

You don’t know what you’ve got even when it’s right in front of you. You won’t find love until you love yourself. You won’t feel right until you embrace the present.

I wish you lived like this moment is the only thing you have.