There Should Be Some Help

I was the little pink speck of pill lying in Janie's hand. She had always been nice to me, she understood the way a brain like mine worked, and she said this would make me understand too. Eyes were looking at me laying there in her palm, my eyes, but they couldn't be mine. I was in her hand and LSD doesn't have eyes, does it? This is Pony's first trip on LSD, he won't be the same.