When this psychedelic world
Makes something out of nothing,
When this enhanced ability to imagine
called Hallucination
Allows me to be free of my chains
I will be closer to where I want to be
then when I was last closest to it.
Here is hope.
Here is a Prayer and a Promise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem. Hope is something so rare these days, we all need to find some, or share what we have with those who have none.