Lucy

Buckle your belt
And brace for the ride.
Put her on your tongue
As she soaks to your mind.
Kinda tastes odd, as the paper dissolves.
Clear thoughts racing,
The trip's just begun.
The tripping sensation,
Of the third eye's elation;
A call to the nation,
Of Hoffman's creation.
The red eyed riders
You thought insane.
The professional researchers,
Of the vast
Astral plane.
A heavy dose,
To open your eyes
Breaks you free from a lifetime's deception and soul's misdirection,
Deep seeded inception,
And ignorant lies.
"Lucy"
The beauty of a reality, broken from the norm...
"In"
Third eye blown open, a soul in reform..
"The"
Intelligence anew, mind opened wide...
"Sky"
No bars of ignorance, no "locked inside"
"With"
Free mind, truly free...
"Diamonds"
Free of restraint (eyes open) I now see...
The doors of perception,
Perfectly clensed.
See things as truth,
The soul makes amends.
The hippies had it right,
When it came to lsd.
Awaken the mind
Let go of time
To break loose that ego
And open up to dreams,
And realize that things,
Aren't always as they may seem.
The trip to your core,
Your truest innermost self,
Unfortunately by most,
Is left on a shelf.
The shelf of sanity,
Stacked neatly with stuff,
Makes you kick, and scream
With anger "ENOUGH!!!"
The cleansing received,
From having a good trip.
The slip of sanity,
And the regrip,
of insanity
And feel of raw emotion,
And still minds commotion...
No more... slow.... motion........