Magic Shrooms

Mother natures psilocybin is the shrooms magic elixir of life
It excels over artificial lysergic acid diethylamide
As it equates to natures psychedelic trip
For its believed to be more sacred than the philosophers stone
Intoxicated walking through woodland at night
It exaggerates natures own delight
Rustling wind through the autumn trees leaves
Is akin to the trees whispering a unknown language to me
Although its night my eyes can pick out all the enhanced colours so bright
Strobes flash and sparkling rays of light
Euphoria stems a enhanced wellness throughout the night
The trip takes my minds thoughts into a philosophical delight
As I ponder on life and the universal bank of knowledge
And up in outer galaxy's could there be intelligent life
Or are the spirits of the woodland keeping a protective eye upon me
Step by step I try to walk deliberately slowly and as quiet as I can
But with every twig or leaf I step on it seems as though I am a bull in a china shop
Half way through the night I feel the peak of the trip is at its highest
My intellect wants encouragement to feed its theoretical mind
I want a discussion with myself regarding Darwin's books on natural selection
But I can not for my trip keeps me on a path of digression
Going from one subject to another without any direction
Now dawn is coming up and I am coming down 
Until next weekend when I will make another psilocybin trippy concoction.

reefaman

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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