Astound: the world no longer is your home,
You try to grasp what is no more your language,
A sunset and you think it’s dawn; thoughts roam,
Bright orange walls and purple flowers flicker.
I’ve been there so I say I understand
But do I really know how lost you are,
How lost I was? Astound. Appalled. I went,
Came back. You will be fine. I rest my case.