The Sacred Path's
Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze,
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days,
following any direction that nature sways,
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze,
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase,
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays,
nostalgia quickly decays,
there was never a place for us among society anyways.
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