Someone dipped into to the acid again.
A backseat driver, in my space ship.
Tell me what to do, only if you think you can.
Mighty architect if only in your own head.
So what's the master plan now that your seeing the moving stars.
The world in a different light, a different perspective.
The beautiful motion sickess revives all the senses.
Melting walls, time, and space.
So many details in the colors.
A calming effect, like looking out on a cliff overhanging a huge ocean with a dying sunset.
A place where seconds are hours and the days are already gone.
Not wearing down, playing a game where I could drown.
If you could only hear the sounds, Music that's my greatest escape.
Worth the risk?
But what's without?
Why live in doubt?
Crawling back into my own skin.
How to describe where I've been.
That's a damn good question.
A mind conditioning matter.
Falling off the latter in to the shadows.
Look out below.
Dancing with the devil before the show.
Talking to my alter ego.
Making plans with river and down I go.
With only a canoe and some paddles.
What a view.
Oh what a veiw...
Even if it's only in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem