Come on friend.
Let's take a vacation at home.
Unleash our minds
And follow where they want to roam.
Hold out your hand.
Here is the key,
A funny little fungus
Called psilocybe.

What a beautiful world.
Was this here the whole time?
Something sacred and old
Hidden deep in the mind?

There's patterns on the ceiling and the walls have started swaying.
A purple haze is forming but old Jimi isn't playin.
Now hands are reaching down from that vibrant purple mist.
They want me to go with them
And now fear replaces bliss.

I stand up and I pace around.
Get it together man.
It's all imagination.
Are you really scared of hands?
Just sit down and relax a bit
And let the show unfold.
The music sounds amazing and there's beauty to behold.

Hey man do you feel that presence that is in the room?
Someone else is here now but I don't know where or who.
It's a woman and a mother.
That much seems very clear.
She's been with us the whole time.
I can't see her but she's near.

I don't know what you mean man.
I don't get that sense at all.
All I see are patterns and the breathing of the walls.

Remember the boy you were and the man you wanted to be.
He's still inside you son and only you can set him free.

© Jason Comeaux (6/20/17)