I'll Think Of A Title later

I was alone.

Completely alone.

I always wanted someone to be there with me whenever I did psychedelics.

Someone to hold onto.

But no one was ever there.

Just myself and my mind.

And we weren’t getting along these days.

I was in for another long night.

With angry legs

And my mind refuses to sit still.

Like a dog chasing its own tail.

Spinning in a constant circle.

Never quite winning the game.

Never getting to the tail.

But still spinning

around

and

around.