Its a kaleidoscope, where the outsides in<
the world conspires, Psilocybin
I don't like the way it looks
or how it feels
im just happy to see that were moving on
to the very next thingk
the trees don't bend
the road don't crook
atleast were headed to the secret page
in an unbound book
oh the thought it is lovely
oh child these arent the edges, they are the fold in the map
oh child these arent the angles, merely the flakes in the kaleidoscope
and when the future unfolds its a symphony of color
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