It is year two thousand and fourteen Reformatting my brain I’m dripping Dimethyltryptamine Revelations is now here for I had a vision I had seen. So many experiences now under my belt Unexplainable sights overcoming I had seen Smelling something like moth ***** is all I smelt. I’m setting the stage, I am setting the scene. Actions with matching words having ultimate precision Three times is truly the lucky charm Traveling to a brave new unseen world Is this heaven, is this hell Or am I stuck somewhere in-between? Stepping outside myself I now watch and see Confusing images revealing, turning me inside out Suffocating my mind how is this happening to me? High pitched frequency dialing in my ears are now ringing Disconnected words lost why is he now not singing? Honing on each and every instrument in his band Everything that is happening to me is because I had again awaking my pineal gland. (SirCARSr. 1-8-14)