"I just like the way it makes me feel"

I'm skipping up the white sand road,
that powder snow crunching under my toes.
I'll follow it blindly with such euphoria and joy,
know I don't know a thing about where it goes.

I'll inhale the greens of this beautiful world,
fill my blood cells with the soul of the soil.
I'll feel myself take off and soar over all,
and smile as my soul starts to shift and uncoil.

I'll swallow the sciences worshiped by man,
the jolt of my chemical causeway being ridden.
The tingles of thunder that crash through my veins,
lightening rods for those loves once forbidden.

And now that I'm atop my Psychotropic Everest,
my flag buried deep in the rock of my mind.
I have discovered the deepest recesses of my soul,
I have become everything I was destined to find.

And now I am born as the chemical man.
The creator, the real-world painter.
The wrecking crew of all and self.
The puppet who will leave the shelf.

I don't need them any more,
I'm shaken of my chains.
I don't want them in my chest,
and for once I'll admit, "you do know best."