What's in these woods
Hobbits and goblins
Little fairies and talking trees
Sitting in the darkness of the forest eating fun fungus

These are a few of the things I have seen
I tripped and gravity flipped
My mind slipped and out my ear it dripped
I've been looking for it here and there and everywhere in between
But I'm content with this scene
Maybe just a scheme
Maybe just an awoken dream

Reality never taste this sweet
But since the dramamine I have never found my feet

Those fucking feet and toes
Where they walked off to no one knows

And if all else fails
I'll ask that guy chewing his toenails

But I'm sure and I don't know why
I think he likes different fungi

Shrooming on a bag in my room
Silly me, couldn't trip too soon