Altered States

I often wonder about altered states,

Not the actual practice,

Purpose, reason for leaving,

That desire to move beyond that which we call our reality,

I’m always howsoever lost in the moment

Of analysis,

Of a rational thought

A new justification when suddenly,

I’m there again,

Wandering,

Trying to find my way,

Wishing somehow this might be the solution,

Yet always my yet

To sacrifice the knowledge to accept

How simply my reality might be,

If not in a constant need

To separate my mind,

From the peril of memory

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