shrooms
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A not so bright man with a really bad plan...
Goes on the wrong kind of trip & lets it drip.
Going up & down; about & around...
Jumps out a window; lies dead on the ground.
breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes
dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers
soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding
I experimented with shrooms to uncover hidden truths
Or maybe lies that I have taken to heart.
eye trip while u sip
enlighten while u get ignorant
open my third eye while u go blind.
my mind is a tool, so are u.
my aura is blue, yours is red
simulating your soul is dead.
