Never again will life be so bland,

The intense sounds echoing through my head make a band,

Shit man i can barely stand,

I saw that elephant fly firsthand.

Pressure building in my brain,

The feeling of color exploding and coming down as rain.

The puddles of color are becoming bigger and no longer can be drained,

I better buckle up I’m in the fast lane.

I’m flying high like a bird,

You must think I’m absurd,

Walked outside and saw that buffalo herd,

Why does everything seem so slurred?

Oh yeah now i remember,

It was just that last bit of ember.