Falling down my twisted hole
Submersed in imagination and wonder
On the floor I find the potion
Mind expanding growing faster
Tastes like candy
Falling down to the ground
Flash of white
A mystical land
Moonlit smiles guide my way
Poetry about tall scary monsters
The smell of weed from long tubes
Alphabet smoke rings around a pale yellow dress
Time for tea and mad conversation
Can't get home
Cross the chess board to go back
Wake in a field with a daisy crown
As the bitter tastes of mushrooms linger on your lips