I exited through my old, mundane door,
and heard a melody so blissful / sweet,
and saw some colors never seen before.
That song, those sights, danced me down the street.
A neon breeze both warmed and cooled my face.
The pleasure wave that I'd once known as sin
was flaring, with no feelings of disgrace,
but up my spine a trill of violin.
Euphoric, I ran 'til I felt lungs burn --
so fired with energy that my bones hummed --
But as I felt the wheels begin to turn,
I realized the depths must remain unplumbed.
Before my druthers, I had to go back.
To sustain this would give me a heart attack.