They said the shrooms would expand
my horizons far from bland
or acid dropped would present
worlds far beyond compare
this may be true on the whole
it’s not needed in my life
I’ll look elsewhere to get my high
tripping balls on how I live.
I don’t need dreams to journey
drugs pushing the outside
when I have life at hand
in psychedelic day and night
the mind-blowing becomes the norm
contrary floating above noise
asking for me to believe
hallucinations that all may see.
Alterations test my will
the wondrous asking far too much
exact a toil that bends my knee
tears in the fabric of disbelief
beauty flows from life’s travails
oh so much, far from hand
overwhelming in its breadth
phantasms floating out of reach.
Friends replace the vaunted fungus
pills stacked high are not enough
when the narcotic is natural
madness welcomed with the cure
life becomes my drug of choice
cut with music I’ll indulge
ingested all with careful lust
and wild caution as sedative.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171218.