Composite
I want to be sedated
A substance not outdated
To be fully educated
My spirit unabated
For living in the clouds.
Perusing skies of endless
time-----I fly.
Nothing ventured,
everything explained.
The truth shan't set us free
Unless I wholly depart from me.
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
It's all a matter of time and taste.
Judge ye not, lest ye be
Judged in hasty, haughty haste.
The familiar is a trap
Decline that socio rap,
Experiential enterprise
Is the way to go
It's the only thing you'll forever, ever Know.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2022
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