It has been a week gone by,
Since thinking nope or do I.
It's about taking a yellow pill,
Try to settle me, not for a thrill.

Here I am, still in the universe,
Writing my thoughts in verse.
Whatever the tablet contains,
Sure eked out unbelievable pains.

My mouth tasted so metallic,
My mind was going psychedelic.
For first few nights, what is sleep?
Fighting the awakening so deep.

My night visions are of the end,
Thinking I've gone around the bend.
Waking then getting up to leave,
But I needed to stay and believe.

Daily, my head throbbed and hurt,
Like a thousands of ants in the dirt.
What the hell is wrong with me?,
I really wanted to go and be free.

Sunday...