It Begins,
The first take, as it hits the tongue,
Is almost the same as chewin’ on a penny.
The worm turns and grinds in your mind,
It burrows deep and shows you things.
What you may ask?
The doors of perception,
The ones that yogi’s try for lifetimes,
To meditate their freak on,
To get to the ohm of oneness,
But whitey needs no time,
Just a jaunt of twelve to fourteen hours,
And the oneness is reached and surpassed.
A story I heard said,
There was this guy.
Don’t they always start off like that?
So he goes up a mountain,
Stairways to the gods,
Up, and up, and up,
Into the places in the clouds.
He brought with him the dose,
To see if they felt,
To see if they see,
He gave them a lot man,
Mics on mics,
And it did…..
Nothing.
The fact that they were there,
Is not wasted on those of us,
That have allowed the boot,
To enter our minds,
And kick open those doors of perception,
And free us from the land,
And from the world.
