Trip Report: Acid

Coming down now

Weird trip

Absolute bliss

Held a dying plant in my hands

I was enamored by its new leaves

Had sex with god

Made a new friend

Pee’d my pants a little

Became one with a mattress

Then thoughts trickled back in

Was shown all my phony bullshit

Made a new enemy

Holding that dying plant in my hands again

These green leaves look so damn beautiful right now

Someone once told me to let it go, let it grow

Nobody told me that, but it sounded profound so I wrote it

And music tastes really good right now