Euphoric Consciousness

This pen hits the paper,
As my thoughts wander deeper.
Bottomless, yet reflective,
They tumble,
                    topple,
                                into the abyss...
             
      ...my self-consciousness.



Ascending and descending,
It's mystical and magical,
Treacherous and perfidious.
      Uniting and combining,
            So swiftly and rapidly,
                  A whirling gyratory.


I love, I hate--
So happy...then irate.
Infinite array,
        Of generated feelings.
Apparently take shape,
        As though through fate.

An assortment of emotions,
A healthy hallucinogetic--
I'm in daydreamers Paradise,

As my thoughts wander deeper,
And this pen hits the paper.