I'm on

It's the strangest feeling.

Like someone's watching.

Someone I can't see.

Eyes just staring.

It's the strangest feeling.

Like someone's watching.

Something I can't explain.

I'm not shaken.

I'm just saying.

It's the strangest feeling.

Like someone's watching.

It's not scary.

It's more endearing.

"I'm not crazy!!"

I find myself yelling.

Walking alone in the park.

"I'm not crazy!!"

It's something someone insane would say.

Or someone who just wants a laugh.

But seriously, who's that following me?

"I'm not crazy!!"

Now I'm pretending to run from a bee.

This must look so strange to everybody.

"I'm not crazy!!"

Wait a minute.

Am I?

Not?

How would I know?

It's just a thought.

Does questioning it make me safe?

Hands in the air.

Knees bent.

Howling sounds come from my mouth.

I'm a monkey now.

I'm still in the park.

A woman looks up from her book.

She smiles and nods.

Something's not normal.

Her hair turns into an animal trying to escape.

Her face melts sideways becoming Swiss cheese.

Colors are different now.

Spirals.

It's the strangest feeling.

That's right, I'm on drugs.