A feeling blundered

Why don’t I write for happy faces to remain likewise,
or indulge in a habit so new, I forget to get high...

I could start by making funny gestures, but that would be too lame,

Its an irony though, to the people who kill their smile for some unworthy game.

Take it or leave it, its really not what you need,
its ok if you're confused, you can hit the green - but beware to take out the seed,

Well that’s the final sound that surround my existence and bound…
my soul, my senses to the old allotted ground.

R.I.P_ _ _ "Pre-decided moral learning"