The Trip

One sheet, one dose;
     Green trees, white roses,
     Blue sky like the sea,
     Everything is wonderful.
Sounds in my ears,
     Sounds that do not exist
Divine hallucinations
     Of absolute paranoia.
I find myself lying on the yellow grass,
     Seeing galaxies among stars.
The charm you produce is sweet,
     Your taste is unpleasant and frightening.
I travel to Wonderland,
     Going down the rabbit hole.
Distant lands,
     I feel like an ant among such greatness.
One sheet, one dose;
     A trip, a dream or a reality.
Maybe everything is imaginary,
     Maybe everything is in my head,
     Or maybe everything is my reality.