Have you ever been so high, you recreated the meaning of your life?

I feel the cancer fill my lungs,
I know that I will die.
But there is truth in all the smoke,
it glistened before my very eye.
A path of crystal colours,
of webs I am to weave.
A road of total chaos,
A destiny to perceive.

I am an active agent in this destiny of mine,
and free to do my pleasing,
whilst walking my fine line.
I look at all this ether here,
this world of the sublime,
I see the way it ripples on edge,
bending space and time.
A thousand thoughts a second,
does my brain start to receive.
A thousand new ideas,
with my boredom I'll relieve.
I am a universe of useless information,
I am a cosmic malformation.