All the world stands
straight in line.
Together we stand
divided we shall fall.
Earth's twin clears itself
of the toxic fumes.
As the brand new
world reveals itself.
A great fatigue
floats into my head.
Pleasant slow positive
vibrations drift on by.
Visions in my mind
pure, relaxed and divine.
On a boat
with no sail.
I've crossed over
that thin white line.
Lost all control.
At the mercy
of the tide.
Confusion anchors up
docking in my port.
It has me
in it's grasp.
Now the world
has gone insane.
The madness is real.
Somebody please tell me
how does it feel?
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