Dreams
The hard trips make the ground softer
My soul alters
My body’s a shifter
Keep thinking it’ll get better
Lucid crawling in the woods
I watched me sit there understood
All I see is Lonely colors
Watch us all die in the summer
Called by the Indian drummer
I want the trees to uncover
I wish to see their true meaning suffer
May I unearth you Mother Earth may I lay in the dirt
Witness birth to the moon to feel immune
In my dreams I have the same trees
I nervously open the depths of the leaves
I reveal the foggy seas
Observing while looking up to the sun
I sprung my mysterious roots and hung
among all who wish to perceive
I force this life on my tongue and believe
Let the sick leaf grip your sleeve
Pull a cliff out leap and leave
We conceived this we believe in this
We’ve all been dismissed
