One Man’s Trash Is Another Man’s Treasure

There once was an acid I put in my head. It took years for the molecule to take effect. It eventually did and fit like a fiddle in the middle of a dj set. I tried to poke at the strings like a master but found electronics to be much faster at connecting me with the dead. I put some effort into dancing with reckless curiosity but found God outside the center in vastness. The privacy of my mind with all that acid became real public and psychiatric. I was forced to fiddle around with meds. After decades of different doses and many diagnoses I decided nothing would connect. I took the meds but added street varieties that made me feel most content. The molecules I ingested would fit for a minute but left me without a net from distractions. I fell many times but always got up because out in the vastness there was hope within it. I knew one day I’d stop recreating the leap from normal to insane. From that day on, from that day forward I wasn’t the one pulling strings. If there is a lesson within this chronical rhyme it’s only once do you need acid. If you take anything all the time, may you live happily ever after.