Magic Mushroom
Maybe its time to partake of the shroom Like a maiden locked in a castle Who escapes from the monotony and boredom of her room When the psychedelic mind thoughts begin to wonder and bloom Watching the night sky under the influence liberty cap psilocybin induced moon Opens the mind through a psychoactive place where wonderous actions begin That is converted into a alchemist concoction known as psilocin It can make you think and make you feel the reality of magic I picture myself riding the best of stallions over hedges and fields Along the shore as the last wave turns the early dawn tides into the first days haze But still under the psychedelic maze We still drift along inventing secrets and theorise of the universal ways The real magic happens when the fool dictates to the scribe When the poet put quiver to the parchment Who's wrote the truth will be found when both have translated Or is it the effects of a shroom trip event by which the mind has been invaded
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I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...
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