Tastes of cardboard
Yawns like being bored
Permanent smile
Eyes start to go wild
Clouds start to shape
Mind has now escaped
Patterns arise
Eyes start to cry
Beautiful world of growing plants
Life flows in a melodic trance
Lost thoughts now complete,
the world now makes sense,
because of this little treat
pupils expanded
I would not take this for granted
Hours seem to fly
Being focused is a lie
I never knew of a world like this
Who would of ever thought, it would come from fungus?