Red lanes
flashes of highways
And guitars
Wailing in the backgrounds
Of lava lamps
We parked
A hundred miles away
From no where
Anyone else had been
In the frontiers of existence
Inside a human being
Feelings of somewhere else
We know we'll be
Absence from all the everything
Happening in every scene
Is the ending dreamed
We will always be in the future
Of what is passing
Us by
Flashes of highways
Colored mars
Strobe lights crashing
On fluorescent clothes
Black lights glowing
In the dark
With lipstick art
And passion in automobiles
With passing cars
We take it all off
And be naked in the garden
Once more
We begin and again
We live in the moments
Of everything we do
Or did
In the psychedelic mind-bending
Memories
Of humans being
Existing
                here