Written in the early morning hours after a rather successful acid trip…
From an early sunset to the late sunrise,
Seeing them both through bloodshot eyes.
At midnight things begin to get strange,
Faces appear and the stars rearrange.
Shapes rise from the ground and zoom by madly,
The visions intensify, reality distorts badly.
Judgement is altered, decisions are made in haste,
Walking the streets in a daze, looking like a waste.
Everything is too real, more than the senses can handle,
Your life seems fragile, like a flickering candle.
Just when it is nearly too much things begin to wind down,
Sitting all alone in the dark not making a sound.
Your thoughts turn inward, you ponder your choices,
And thousands of secrets are whispered by thousands of voices.
Your soul is in torment, deeps thoughts abound,
You feel so lonely, you want everyone you love to be around.
What an experience, a life changing night,
For the acid has worn off, and everything will be alright.
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