“..Wait a minute. Skin?”

“…that’s why I stopped smoking weed.”
Shit, did I say that out loud?
Hmm! I was just thinking to my self.
Ahhhh! it feels good to be a star
Now I can be free to live my life
I will be all floss and gloss
Stardom is my wife.
From Zim, Dar to Accra
They giggle, the fine ladies
As our eyes meet
The fellows stare in owe
Envy flowing through their veins,
So I thought.
I had dreamt this.
All I need now is to build my empire
My music, my art, my style,
My complete satire.
Yes, yes, yes my empire
And my new attire.
Oh! It felt good, very light
And just the right size.
Like I said, I had dreamt this before.
But the attention was not as much as this
Now, there is fine tuned detail
I can even feel the sun on my smooth star studded skin
“..Wait a minute. Skin?”
Like shock induced paralysis
Bare truth hit me
Surely I had dreamt this before
My stardom comes alive,
My empire comes alive,
But how the hell did I forget that my new clothes
In my dream were just a thought.
“Shit…that’s why stopped smoking weed.”
How do I tell my chick I walked all the way
To the city hall,
Naked?