Octoberthirdnineteeneightynine

blueinsidemydeepestdreams
askyismirroredfast
shiningmyillusionsdown
atunneltomypast
istandandstareasifmysoul
wasbaredbeyonditsscope
chancesareitsjustaphase
atleasttheresalwayshope
beaminglightsofcommontruth
inpsychedelichues
theyseemtowanttoseemepay
someheavysortofdues
mysteryorwanderlust
mightsomedaybethesame
timetoslideintothevoid
wherenooneistoblame.