I could never afford vacations or lavish trips,
So I found my escape in the haze of my lips.
Instead, I opted for the whispers of highs,
Where the world stretches wide beneath altered skies.

Mental journeys unfold, the scenery shifts,
In a realm of illusion, I’m gifted with gifts.
Colors blend and swirl in a dance of delight,
A canvas of visions that sparkle at night.

Yes, the scenery changes, each moment a thrill,
Yet it’s all so much cheaper, a bargain to fill.
But as I return from these flights of my mind,
I come back enlightened, new clarity to find.

In the depths of my soul, I’ve traveled so far,
A voyager of thoughts, a wandering star.
Though I may never board a plane or a ship,
In my heart, I am free, on my own mental trip.