Lean back
   reefer in hand
inhale your worst nightmare
   exhale your trepidation
      a little Knockin’ on Heavens Door
into the land of psychedelic
    dreamscape through the third eye
         open the capacity
    for lucid colours
       to inundate your optics
  reality is not reality
     and the fashion it exits
    is revealed in time and chaos
        midnight cigarettes
    and Guns n’ Roses
        oh, don’t cry, sweet baby
    it’s not that bad
        your heart is not completely shattered
  Silent Lucidity enters centre stage
     memories tethered to fondness
       perfect specs of sand
   that will never come into existence again
       there is no replication
           there is no do over
        there are no second chances

As a society
    we pretend that apologies exist
         are actually valid
    they are not
        the tower starts to burn
     as it’s unwatched
        mirrors also reveal their truth
   hidden in the optics
       of only the one who seeks
    those who pay attention
       sing fully
          love fully
       think fully
    discarded ones
       for you are the challengers