Sometimes when your on a trip
coming back is what keeps you going
Sometimes when your at your highest high
staying tall is what keeps it all
ohkay
Sometimes knowing its all fake
makes the real that much scaryer
Sometimes LSD makes
RE-AL-I-TY that much better
Reality is perdictable
but what happens when you leave reality?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem