Prismatic

My lighthearted attempt at an acrostic. I was drinking when I wrote this.

I rode the slipstream endless
 on a wave of prismatic colour

Remembering the fire and passion
     that drives me to my goals--and my end
Occasionally stopping for fuel, earth-grown, man tended
Yielding to my pen and books
     to inspire myself and others when I'm weary

Giving myself the time to grow, and progress
      may save me only temporarily from myself

Basking briefly by the bays
      bringing balms of baneal bliss
In which my introspection takes me
      down a dichotomous path
Veiling myself in the robes and crowns
      of whispered enigmas that outline
      who I am

Whenever I ride that slipstream endless
 I discover myself all over again

   And I never stop changing