Treasure Island

Gregory Crockatt

(October Second Ninteen-Seventy-Four / Grace Maternity Halifax)

Your Trip


whats a trip to you when youre taking it
is it simply enhanced emotional response
erratic irrational bursts of hilarious humor
serious self enhancement, truth seeking
exciting psychedelic visual stimulations
fear filled loathing of ego and illusions
frothing hatred for unconfirmed realities

take your pick, it's all up to you're choice
wherever you are, it's just you present
every little trip you take is another pick
your subconscious, realities agreed upon
if you agree with yourself, say it out loud
you solidify your belief in the reality of it
force yourself into a belief created by you

your trips up to you, you're in control
the music is as good as you want it to be
theres enough people here if you believe
the love or friendship you have is in you
materialize it into your agreeable forms
conform and confirm it into a happy shape
apply it to everything, it's all a trip.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 07, 2011

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