Psychedelic smoke
Rising in the backstreet of my shallow mind
Kiss my lips
With one more puff of your feverish wit
I am impressed
The way you looked into my eyes, while writing a poem
On the illusory canvas of my skeptic brain
You never looked that lucid to me
The way you behave tonight
Sober and clean
But this smoke is making me baffled
I should look for another sign
I should read your subconscious
I should behave like a competent shrink
I know not, what should I do?
I am just afraid of labeling you
You are like me, rather better than me
It is just the matter of misfortune
For you or for me
You are gaining insight
And I am losing one
In the dissociation of reality
Sep 07,2009
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/losing-sanity/
