planting trip

My sensations heightens
Slow creeper,increasing slightlier
or so it seems moments to the climax
new conscious born
In a conscious being
In this process of changing
I hold on to
The memories of old me
Rainbows fog propelling me
to utopia ,descending from my feet
Its me inside my dreams
Monitoring myself
from obscure angles
Movie like ,dull color
self producer sells
A bit of what once was you
For the new improved or unimproved
Renovated mind seeing through old eyes