Artificial (A Prose Poem)

Feeling good today, the sun's glimmering like little jewels in stale light and though the wind is brutally cold I don't mind it at all, letting things roll off my sleeve like water droplets on green leaves in a breeze . . . have nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, just the free feeling I was given today and though I wonder if this wonderful feeling is artificial, hand crafted by brain power in a lab in the form of a peach tablet smaller than a pea, is this me, I don't know, maybe it's a new me ready to take on the world but I can't help but be afraid that maybe I was better off the way I was because it was all I knew and now I'm steadfast on a journey of becoming something new, uncharted territory, discovering things maybe eyes were not meant to see like riches at the bottom of the sea, but I take a long look around and my environment is augmented in ways that I cannot explain, color is beautiful, and people are happier because hey, I'm happier, and though the definition of happiness is different for some I think that this is what it is for me, and the help I needed to get here was all that I need.