What It Feels Like Poem by Gianni Vespucci

When I'm high I feel all knowing
No telling of where I'm going
Because I'm always floating
With my wandering mind, With my own kind
Not saying I left everything behind
But I'm completely
Exploring the new world I discovered
And living most heavenly until I'm recovered
From this feeling I've overcome
Used to think it was overdone
Until I got back into smoking some
I lose sensation in my face
Leaves emotions with no trace
Like I have just eloped
And my entire being sloped
Upward to the top of the echelon
I see clearly as if I scoped
In on pictorial aspects of life
I've never been so valorous as myself
My being is feeling most rife
As it begins to flutter off the shelf
I start to realize all I never knew
All from these colors of purple, pink and fluorescent blue
Although the world around me is looking criss cross
And reminds me of all I lost
I ensure you at all costs
I can overcome these troughs
But I'm going to relish in this pleasure
As I take advantage of this treasure
Of a most symbolic figure
And hold onto this leisure