We,
have the key, to the Whis.
Wizzes of our time in our own mental states of bliss.
Finding our underlying talents, to produce even more to give.
Sobriety doesn't lie to me, still I tend to see through caramel-colored glasses.
Cheers to those here, and those who've moved on past us.
Our love is ever-lasting, despite whichever realms we choose to dwell.
Heaven is in you, unless you choose to see it as hell.
Break the spells of normalcy and adopt better tendencies,
That glue you to a life of perceived fantasy.
Once we can put focus on our purpose,
We create milestones in history for all to see.
Mysteries intrigue me,
Just go through your voyage peacefully,
And I'll guarantee, a point down the river,
to meet the us we've never seen.