By Arcassin Burnham




Imagine feeling the greatest high,
And wondering if you ever come down,
But smiling as if you never left god green earth,
Reminiscing all the times you should have stayed,
Under the tree like in the shade,
Any advantage that could have given me,
Feeling the greatest high,
But imagine the weather and view up there,
The act of zero tolerance for falling,
Stay up there long enough,
Seeing the psychicaldelic contacts.