as the possesing colors move into my soul,
nobody joins them because no one knows,
the songs of yesterday hide away,
never to be known but just for today,
in the shallow emptyness of a familiar breeze,
the gypsy dances with my mind to seize,
few shall posses her due to the limited sight,
as my absorbant soul flies in to the night,
as the high grows grim in pain and sorrow,
the emtyness will fill my tomarrow,
its about lsd
