Tripping
A free verse prompted by psychedelics

A few times or more I have dabbled
Acid provoking my unlimited babbles
From being the winning sperm
To inventing my very own terms
Laying on my back gazing above
The “tea-pot” feeding endless love
Listening intently to stone temple pilots
A key to the world within my shrinking iris
Imagining an antique chest of drawers
As a tree standing on ancient floors
Conversations running deep
New doorways of light creep
In shadows around my mind
Treasures waiting for me to find
I understand why people stay lost
A chance of permanent insanity the cost
While I love to feel the rush
Be forever lost within lyrics of plush
I listen to that voice inside
and choose to limit the ride
Piece prompted by Know Thyself, Heal Thyself
