i have
never had a
bad trip on
acid or
mushrooms
because
there is no
reason for
a bleak mood
when i know
i can escape
being me
or a couple
of hours

free of
the oppressive
anxieties and
selfdoubts

i can see

and for a
few weeks
after
i remember
the lessons
in seeing
the world
as it is
without
bipolarity
muddying
the lens

building blocks
to withstand
the backslide
new bricks of
understanding
to replace the
detrimental bits
of misplaced
friendships
which were only
one way streets

a temporary
clarity
already beginning
to fade