You open your eyes,
The night is pitch dark.
You feel you are sucked,
Your life’s entire lies,
‘Cause you cannot tell
What’s real and what’s not,
Can’t tell what you’ve got.
Your room’s a pris’n cell.
Your mind is diffuse,
Your feels let you down,
You’re like in a pound,
You wanna get loose.
You don’t wanna see
Those nightmares no more,
You seek for a door
To set your soul free.
Your world’s got no bounds,
It’s crazy, fantastic,
Wild, loathsome and nasty,
Full of some strange sounds.
Drugs soothe you no more,
L.S.D.’s not your friend.
Never too late to mend
To change all, for sure.
3–4.11.96, 29.07.97
50. Psychedelia
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