Crystal-Tripping

With it being,
such a beautiful day,
why am I not outside
enjoying the beauty,
living life to the fullest,
taking a walk in the forest
I should be
But no, my tragedy is
Instead I'm inside,
scratching-out my
crystal chalk-line
with the razor-blade,
on the table spread
before me
Wasting the day, blowing
my mind away, hasting the  
nasal drip that strips
my sinuses away, layer by
layer
Anticipating this demon
come, its will be done,
when it enters my veins
This surely isn't the daily
bread the Lord has gave  
So I recline, waiting for
this chemical to manipulate
my brain-waves
Seeing little blue astronaut  
men walking off the end of a
lit cigarette into outer-space,  
never getting burned by its cherry
I told him he would fall but
he didn't hear me, he somehow
defied gravity
Some trips were scary, some
took me on a journey
When topped off by X after
three days of sleep-deprivation,
we had great experimental orgies
that was nothing less than
amazing
But those were the days when
everything goes and we thru caution  
to the wind, now I just take it
slow and don't do shit on a whim