Just when I thought there was nothing left to say,
I force myself into a far fetched fictional wordplay,
I take a trip flying high on fungal wings,
A microdose of psilocybin psychedelically sings,
The conversation with my shadow begins,
He's in his dress clothing of vibrational skins,
I'm in awe of the patterns that repeat,
A Fibonacci delight lies mirrored at my feet,
We argue over pathways to success,
I want to repair the earth's toxic mess,
He wants me to fabricate plans to gain blood money,
A harsh to my buzz, I wish I had some honey,
Then he convinces me to stare at my hand,
A psychoactive favourite pastime band,
Four fingers and a thumb close to make a fist,
Now I've lost the palm formerly below my wrist,
Quickly I must find a mirror and escape my shadowy friend,
My reflection should put this insanity to an end,
I then find myself staring in the water,
Better than looking glass, ripples create funny fodder,
I could stare for hours, why is this so hilarious,
Then my old pal sneaks up from behind so nefarious,
I ask him why are you trying to ruin this vacation,
Why put a damper on this balls tripping creation,
He answers I'm just making sure you don't come to any harm
I wonder who does he think he is, my personal lucky charm,
Just then I fall face first in the lake,
The cold shock wakes me to find this conversation is fake,
I make a promise to myself never again,
I don't wish to speak to that fun guy that made my head spin,
Even though I may have learned some valuable lessons,
I can learn as much without partaking in mushroom sessions.
Farls Tokley
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Bark Has Bite feat. Carbuncles
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