Bodies made of glass, room swaying like a boat
Floating all around as we parade around town
Streetlights made of cardboard
Nobody will ever know
This city is soulless and fake
Forged by the heartless
For those who carry gold outside of their heart
Success is never seen if you carry an empty wallet
Brainwashed and dull
How do these people not know?
Taking their money, and doing what they are told
A life long dream that will never be seen
As souls vanish and hearts turn to stone.
I must escape before it is too late
To the sky, to the sky, to the sky
We’re going on a trip in the sky
Author notes
This is about tripping in Scottsdale a while ago and how I never had seen how arrogant and absolutely fake and bitter everyone and everything is.
Please tell me what you think
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i love it
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this is immense, well done.
so true
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hmm...one of those insightful realization which suddenly dawns when you're tripping...often bluntly sad. Great write, but what were you tripping on? Acid, shrooms or what?
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2-ci
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