TRIPPIN’

TRIPPIN’

Riding on the back of a painted butterfly,

Jumping from flower to flower beyond the psychedelic sky,

“Where to next?” the butterfly says,

“On to the pink elephant.” I mutter in a daze,

“Hey did you just see that dog in a business suit?”

Mr. Owl replies, “Nobody gives a hoot!”

I’m living in my own personal Fantasia,

Never have I felt such euphoria,

I can’t go back,

I love this track,

But it sounds distorted,

Wait, how did everything become contorted?

I’d swear my skin is peeling,

Down to the bone and there is no feeling,

My face is melting away,

I only wish that feeling would have stayed,

“I told you so!” mocks the evil clown.

The high is not worth the coming down…

-brad