Corrosive green,
a whisper across my tongue.
Forcing introspective prosecution;
a ballad repressed and for ages unsung

Offspring of fire,

Shelter of men.
The fabled tree of life
bids chemical gateways open

Senses extended,
Brainwaves distended.
The joyous slave found euphoria
while the cancerous heart pretended

They roam the streets of our cities,
Selling enlightenment for a fee,
But all that I seek in you
Is all I will ever find in me

Spirits ascended,
Reality suspended.
Have any of you found this euphoria?
Or is it just my heart that’s pretended?

Language escapes the quivering mind.
Paranoia locks confidence behind gate and key.
All that I seek in you
could be easily found within me.