By Angel
Date: 1 June 1999

Trips

I don't know what I'm doing here
Somehow the route escapes me
Seems like I just blinked for a moment
and I was here
like one of many trips I made
in the seventies
unplanned
fareless
seemingly without consequence
careless trips for pleasure
escape
for the moment
so needed
and so simple
yet I fear the consequence
knowing now
at my age
what those trips can do
to complicate life
and what pcp can do to the mind
you can do to the heart

Angel