The Way Back Valentine

Maybe drugs are really a form
Of spiritual meditation
A true desire to leave the brain
And cross over into some bliss
The question if the thinking
Gets clearer and knows
Or loses itself on the way back
But isn't it our feeling for things
And whether we will learn to
That's constantly being fought over
It all comes down to a battle of wills
One ends on one's knees
To pray or to weep