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One day my friend called me and said

he found enlightenment

I wasn’t surprised at all

it was his fifth time

Every time he’s on the booze

or some funny smokes

he becomes a saint

But this time he was certain

no bottle

no haze

no mind gone loose

He said his thoughts were flowing

like a golden egg laying goose

That didn’t put me at ease

I had no yardstick to gauge

what path he was about to choose

Was he floating through the air

on some magical shoes

Or had his wandering heart

been nailed down tight

with some ideological screws

Or had he found a circle

that just likes to bend the rules

Was I unknowingly the fool

unsure how to act

strange or cool

Then I stopped fighting his current

and became a pupil

of his school