As if someone were eating themselves for brunch
Though being alone is sensible and existential
It concerns me if I was the world onto myself
My secret channel of mysteries from novels
Solution to delusions may be other realities
Which point right at the delusions eyes
Only to invert them backwards and forwards
Sort of like static electricity with
Erotic energy or simply whimsical fantasy
Over lapping other texture that calm
Bringing the whole body into motion
Enabling the nipples to get hard
And aim one's thinking about the future
To other potential realities
Where a friendly goat follows you around.
Sleep well weepy ones
And have some ice cream on me!
Though being alone is sensible and existential
It concerns me if I was the world onto myself
My secret channel of mysteries from novels
Solution to delusions may be other realities
Which point right at the delusions eyes
Only to invert them backwards and forwards
Sort of like static electricity with
Erotic energy or simply whimsical fantasy
Over lapping other texture that calm
Bringing the whole body into motion
Enabling the nipples to get hard
And aim one's thinking about the future
To other potential realities
Where a friendly goat follows you around.
Sleep well weepy ones
And have some ice cream on me!