Psychedelic Journey

 Psychedelic Journey


Swirling and turning

Yellows

Reds

Blues

Weaving in and out

Is that space 

Or just a hue


A haze of smoke 

A journey 

One I can not deny 

The music transports me

Will I laugh or will I cry

Intensity is glaring

I must close my eyes


A trip to a place

Beyond reach of this realm

I open my eyes

A Psychedelic Journey 

In a plastic disguise 

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