L.S.D.

I am no longer trapped in my head,        
My mind is now in the world around me.        
Looking down, I can see my arms breathe--        
Glowing clear energy flowing in and out        
Of them as I struggle to understand.        
I don't feel oneness with the universe,        
Just anxiety over my walls melting.        
I keep trying to make it to the        
Fridge to grab a beer but I always        
End up on the wrong side of the kitchen.        
I must of lost track of my movements and        
Now I'm lost in my own fucking home.        
My friend keeps telling me he can        
Read my mind but I don't believe him.        
If he could, he'd grab me that beer.        
Screw the beer though,        
Hendrix is putting on a show inside        
My poster and he is really killing his solo.        
I'll just stay and watch this for awhile.        
I've heard you're supposed to find God on this        
Stuff but honestly, that sounds a little too        
Awesome for ten damn dollars a hit.