Under the Influence

He looked up one evening as he saw the most amazing sight.
The sky was lit up in all its grandeur.
The stars danced for him
And formed the most beautiful show of lights.

Nothing could be more beautiful at that point.
And if this night could be given to him again and again.
He'd give all he has for it just to have it forever
And a packet of white... slipped back into his pocket.

This feeling is different, this life is new.
He's happier in this world where he sees what he wishes to see.
Where he can make people do what he want and he can relax with his glass.
While someones carrying him home, he's treated like those of the highest class.

Happiness is a sniff of it, happiness is a sip of it.
Bliss is just a poke away and even just a smoke away.
Climbing a mountain will not take him as high as a smack of this little pack.
Life's better, they say, under the influence.

But I beg to differ, I'm proud to disagree!
I'v learnt to feel the same but without the trouble of trading beneath the table.
I find solace in things that sustain life.
Unlike you who find it in Poison.