Poem - L S D

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Poem - L S D I’m too scared of a bad trip To trip myself out on acid. I’m afraid of losing grip On reality, as I surely would if I did. I’m left to imagine What I’d see if I dared look in My kaleidoscopic Twilight Zone At a Heaven or Hell Of My Very Own. Mates want to share and sell me And lots of experts try to tell me Of their assurances I’ll be OK on L S D Saying it takes your present frame of mind Amplifying what you feel so that you find Your sense of love and joy magnifies But that’s what really really terrifies Me, finding nothing inside but fear, Loneliness and self loathing, so I just steer clear Of Acid and retain my self-control Rather than risk finding I have no soul Or face flashbacks trashing what little sanity remains. It’s not often like that, my friend explains Though I know i’ll be a rare exception to the rule Maybe I’m a coward. Maybe I’m a fool Keeping my Doors Of Perception under lock and key I’m way too square for all this Timothy Leary. Psychedelia’s not for the likes of me I might not like the me I see, Find inner secrets I’d rather not find out about So though I feel as if I’m really missing out I’ve no problem with others taking a tab, I just don’t want to take a stab Though part of me feels left out, left behind On the fence, unable to find Whatever there is to see There’s a part of me that will never be free I’m too scared of going ro a really dark place Facing truths I’d rather never face With my sanity vanishing without a trace. I think my flight would be turbulent and rough With my depression, my head’s already messed up enough I doubt I’ll ever intentionally take to L S D You’ll just have to ‘Turn on, tune in and drop out’ without me. I won’t get to see Lucy In The Sky I’m too scared my synapses will fry And I would probably curl up and die My only LSD is Pounds, Shillings & Pence My reasoning may seem like nonsense But I don’t want an altered state of mind I’m steering clear of hallucagenics of every kind I know if some new way of seeing came Things would never return to the same Way they are now so in my cowardice and shame I’m keeping Huxley’s doors firmly shut You go on the trip out of you want. I'm staying put. Youtube - The Moody Blues - Timothy Leary’s Dead (Legend Of A Mind) Arthur Chappell