Times are simple, less complex,
slower, even, when you're high.
I'm not sure how it happens,
but I love the sweet by-and-by.

I relish times like these when, 
my creative blood can flow.
As time creeps ever onward,
the dam within me JUST LETS GO!

And like a Rorschach inkblot,
my deepest thoughts spill across the page,
slowly the image shifts, revealing, 
line by line the words engage.

-Five grueling minutes pass-
no longer a mess of scattered grease,
the page that once was ruined,
is now a masterpiece.

It took the artist some re-working,
careful choosing of the words,
and while she worked, time kept on, 
the only world that stopped was hers.