here's another poem from my youth. i know, GROAN, but this one comes with a hidden secret that ties it all together. and it has nothing to do the the amount or quality of drugs i was taking at the time...
Keeping up with your frail mind,
Always just one step behind,
Looking out through fogged window,
Elusive colors do flow,
Into where they weren't before,
Down onto the very core,
Out through holes in your head,
Seeping through veins too oft bled,
Colors invading your brain,
Oft thinking you are insane,
Perhaps you let it show,
Elusive color rainbow.
let me know if you figure it out...