Psychedelic
it's a Nirvana song, that makes no sense
you're living the lyrics every inch
past blind corners, overgrown hedge
inside the room you made your bed
psychedelic, lights spin fast
the mirror shows the aftermath
lines on table and on your face
it's time to jump from this rat race
I told you once, it'd be like this
you just smiled and blew a kiss
wandering down the rabbit hole
just like Alice, there you go
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2018
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