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The Trip
Oh yeah, here it goes again...
The tingling starts from deep within
A smile breaks across my face
It increases at an unusually rapid pace
A shiver creeps up my spine
Strange thoughts begin on this trip of mine.

It's been an hour now
I start to question why and how
Yet another hour has gone by
Oh god, what's happening in my mind's eye?
I can't understand the people around me
Please don't ask me what it is I see.

Beyond reality is where I'm at now
Don't talk to me because...oh wow...
I only hear myself speaking in my head
The world around me is completely dead.
I cannot control my arms and legs.
I feel like a square amongst round pegs.

I try to stay, but I really have no choice
Oh, when will I stop hearing my voice?
The endless monotony of going insane
Just don't lose control of your brain.
You can do it, you're almost through
A few more hours left to do.

I have now questioned our existence on earth,
If we were really conceived before birth
I hope this lunacy doesn't last forever
All I feel is light as a feather.
I cannot think about any one thing.
My body still tingles and my ears still ring.

Goddamn, stop these noises inside my head
I'm just a psychotic mass lying on this bed.
Someone talks to me, but I can't tell who.
What is going on? Oh, what to do!
Oh, shit, someone tell me what's real
I'm so confused, I don't know what I feel.

Another two hours have now gone by
I start to understand the reality of why.
Boy, I'm exhausted from thinking so much.
Now I can move and feel what I touch.
This was an odd trip indeed,
Toward the growth of insanity, I have planted another seed.

At this moment, though, I think I'm all here
I wish I could explain everything I fear.
All these new ideas are scrambled in my head
I have to sort them before they can be said.
If you've never experienced a trip like this before
I hope I've explained and opened the door.

Don't think it's all bad, cause really it's not
Don't ask me why cause I forgot
It's good to be insane every once in a while
Every trip increases insanity, mile after mile.
Me? Well, let's just say
I get further from home every day.

© by Nicole Piazza