Gremlins
The gremlins are crawling, and pixies are waiting.
Waiting for you to just casually walk by.
They play on your mind, and taint any light.
The light which is flashing and spinning inside.
Inside of your mind; where the liquid is flowing.
Flowing fast and spinning inside; spinning the colors that lay on your eyes.
Images burning and turning your brain,
quickly to go yet to always remain.
In this brain that's seen wonders of color confusion.
The mind which makes fiction a fact of today.
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