Creativity

Creativity

I am relaxing on my couch

In my Living Room

My head is wreathed in a blue smoky haze

A sweet pungent odor fills the air

The stereo is on

Playing rock ‘n roll

I can see the music

Coming from the speakers

The beat of the drums

Cause the haze in the room

To swirl, dance and cavort in time

I melt into the couch

My body and my mind succumbing to the hallucinogen

I enter a dreamlike trance

Where reality is distorted

And time has no meaning

I am free from my body

My mind floats high upon a cloud

Wandering aimlessly

To places I never knew existed

Where thoughts are fleeting

And strange

Never lingering in my brain

For very long

I like to pretend

I am more creative

When I am tripping

But am I really?

Or is it just an illusion.

© Phil Renaud 2015