Ecstasy

I have been there, bought the tee-shirt, done that
and so, I no longer desire to be
some hippy loon sitting under a tree
spaced out, grinning like a Cheshire cat
to be frank, I prefer reality
to a full-frontal chemical attack
if I went there, I would have to come back –
a return ticket from epiphany
I've dropped a tab or two, I've been there
I've read the manual, but now it grates
(the druggy one by Timothy Leary)
now, in a circular world, I am square
I'd much rather be with the straights
than zonked out of my head on ecstasy