Joyous

What a lovely drug it was,
Once finally invented,
Leaving you light, clear-headed,

Never wanting any more
Than the same dose every day,
In love with life, with living,

Not any smarter, maybe,
Not any more capable,
But not any less. Joyous.

You kept expecting a twist,
Some onset of side effects
That left your halo eclipsed,

And yet nothing dimmed your bliss.
You died as you lived. Joyous.