Coming down from LSD,
I tell my friend
I’m going to kill myself
and he smiles, thinking me a fool
and it’s true, though not for his reasons.
He thinks it treason, my attitudes
my apathetic discontent,
my seeming relent,
but he doesn’t understand my embrace.
I have chosen
and having decided
my fate is freed.
There is need no longer
to feed on malcontent.
I am liberated from deliberation,
alive in a land of opportunity,
knowing my death
waits at the end of my hand.