Drug Induced Writing.... Poem by Heather Taylor

A new day, a new month
and another new year
the date i forget
but it's cool without a career!
sounds that i hear
aren't always real
but i like how high
i constantly feel
someone is somewhere
being corrupted
by their needle
being seducted.
i'm running like mad
suddenly going nowhere fast
every thought is strange
only two seconds does each one last.
about to remember
what you forgot to say
you begin to speak
and it slips away.
your mind's square one
is getting familiar now
today you'll fly
if you can climb that pier somehow