UNREAL

They hit the shit
Snort a bit
Soar, sail
Fly high right thru their chemical third eye
They seek the flash the altered trance
They glimpse the glance
The temporary ephemeral, transient dance
Again the lance has pierced human skin
The illusion is well in, on it's way
But hey it will not stay or remain - NO
The users aim is just to change the way they feel
The losers game is to chase the deal unreal
And once more the addicts score another hit
From dealers who deal in death and shit
Another hit to numb the pain
Oh that sweet illusion inside the vein
Reaching that state beyond the real
Once again the users change the way they feel

If we would have real peace of mind, body and spirit, we must pierce through directly to the heart of the matter to the cause of our dissatisfaction.
             RICHARD HITTLEMAN