Staring at self in mirror
Do you see any clearer
Break the glass
Hit the stash

Cut back and say look at me
All great grand grandiose lucidity
Can breath out and see thru
Tipping the morning dew leaf
Sipping some silymarin
Nectar of the gods

Rejuvenating oils of the midnight lamp
Pressed in a stamp
Crushed with a hose clamp
Morpheus or Prometheus
Really one and same