An allegoric poem about drugs and decisions
I once was granted a golden ticket.
Not realizing the power of my possession,
I did what it is I do,
When I do:
Chopped it up,
Nice and fine,
Made it into a line
(which actually smiled back at me).
And i put it into my nose;
And nonchalantly walked my road.
A trek over a rainbow;
A hegira to hell.
A puddle pierced my path.
A one inch abyss,
Reflecting the top of a tree in its echo.
From a still saturated leaf,
From a branch far closer to heaven than I,
Fell a single drop
Containing complex insight.
The placidity of this puddle,
Was uncouthly interrupted;
Its sleek glass surface exploded,
Spawning swells and surges
Which enslaved the unperceived;
Alien entities were manifested.
I submitted to will,
Cracked a witty smile;
I saw peace
Where chaos erupted.
Thereupon another drop fell,
Impinging upon my shoulder,
Splashing and caressing my neck.
I ignored it,
Continued to walk the same direction;
I already punched my golden ticket,
Can't let it go to waste.