Inner Vision.

Close your eyes, what can you see?
Planes, trains, rhubarb, trees.
Questions, puzzles a garden pea,
Oh no that caterpillar's looking at me.
Waves, caves, visuals right,
Twenty foot giant wearing bright pink tights.
Objects moving when they should be still,
Flying cars landing on my windowsill.

What's going on, what have I done?
That tiny piece of card gave me so much fun!

A corridor, a maze, a door that won't close,
Television eyes with a real bad pose.
Plasticine trees with a marshmallow road,
I'm not driving this car I'm on the back of a toad.

Climb a tree, jump in a lake,
To be under the sea is really just great.
There's an Octopus, he's a handy sort of guy,
Shouldn't that starfish be in the sky?

Confusion, illusion, a trick of the light,
Masters of magic, a cat in a fight.
A raindrop, a leaf, a cup of tea,
All I wanted was to be a tree.

I wish I was an orange; you could turn me into a drink,
You could peel me and squeeze me and pour me down the sink.
Oh bollocks to this the words wont stay still,
They're dancing on my paper making me feel ill.
Tomorrows just another screwed up day,
So shout out now what you want to say…

I'm TRIPPING!!!

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