Come my friend,and we'll take a trip.
Let the cosmic playground slide past your lips.
"Enter the funhouse",a clown calls to me
"Open your eyes and feel what you see."
Now up is down and black is white.
Where days are lost and so is night.
My body now floating...yet feet touch the ground,
I enter dementia,where color is sound.
All things around will challenge your wit
For sitters now move and movers now sit.
On top of the mountain,you stand at it's peak.
Reaching a high that others will seek.
Laughing out loudly,at what,no one knows
As you are now watching the worlds greatest show.
But what goes up must come down
So finish your ride and say bye to the clown
"Attention all shoppers this trips at it's end."
The starlines have stopped as reality blends.
Then in the distance the clown waves his hand.
In it a ticket back to his land.
With a big smile he hands it to me.
So back on the mountain......soon I will be.

Copyright © 2003 Chad Mcmillan