One thousand Naughty little witches hats plucked
from mother earth at the break of dawn...
"Fresh... Ready for the journey ahead"
We stare in wonder while the bubbles cooked in the pot
Purple clouds rolling and rolling over each other.
Nervous but ready to expand our wanting minds
we share the the magic potion between ourselves.
"Waiting... Anticipating the moment"
My approaching Trip ripples across the carpet
and splashes across the walls of my senses.
I have no control and want out of this situation
but there is never any turning back from a Trip.
"Remember your fate is sealed in the deal with mother earth"
Excepting... The rush, the visions
I fall into the biggest sofa on the planet,
lights flickering at my command.
Mankind's plastic planet does not fit, access denied,
whilst I stare at the revolving controls, inwards, outwards,
numbers spinning, but no plastic works here.
"My world... My area, my trip on a moving ship"
Mother nature opens her doors and shows me her beating pulse
rushing through the leaves of the plants and trees. "Magic"
But the ugliness of mankind's domain seeps back and takes control
with vengeance, Witness to plastic folding machines.
Numbers spinning entwining with each other, time is irrelevant
in this domain... This does not belong with beauty...
The weatherman speaks of the coming plague and develops
a rash on my "Thirty foot T.V"
I want to change the channel but the thousands of buttons
spinning around wont allow this to happen.
A crystal ship floats by, the crew start laughing at me
Zoooooom it's gone!
"Cigarettes... Appear everywhere longer than your arm"
I spark a light from my protruding finger which ripples
into a thousand speckles, but never lights the cigarette.
The plants seem bored with my antics and wave to me with gestures,
my laughter echo's through the walls and bounces faster and faster
off into the black dot on the wall.
"The door... Another Door"
Whispers come from the door and grab at my senses
wobbling like jelly my legs start walking towards the door.
I follow... Further and further but the door disappears
nothing but a black dot, Am I dead?
There is nothing but me and the darkness...
"The final rush... Snap, Bang, K.O. who knows..."
Nature plants me back into the world of the living,
and plants the seed of remembrance in my mindset for future reverence
My journey finally stops, or has it just begun?
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Adding your comment:
this gave me something like a fairytale-feeling 
