I eat, I drink, I smoke,
I meditate, you see,
And the thoughts in my head,
They live independently.
They're born, they live, and then
They fade into nowhere.
But then returning,
Multiplying,
They turn into poetry.
And from them, I can't break free,
When I eat, drink, and smoke,
When I meditate, you see,
Rejoicing in the fact
That I haven't gone mad yet...
I release my thoughts
Onto paper's boundless plains,
I release them forever —
Onto the sea's blue, tranquil face.
So the emptiness will fade,
And my notebook will preserve it all,
Everything my soul sang to me.
Sang when I ate, drank, and smoked,
When I meditated...
I eat, I drink, I smoke
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