Scorngrain Toadstool Journey
Invite me to your world of opposites.
In harmonic anarchy of the physics.
At the stage of no worries.
Nothing matters that much you see.
A room for a thouhgt yet no hallways to get through
and even if too afraid to take a step back or forth.
No use for doors or locks as you end up from were you left.
There is no time.
An hour can be a week depending on what you seek.
an inch by inch into the gloom of deep.
Do not point a view since there might be no coming back.
Do not loose the grip or you'll return in black leather sack.
Keep your head and stick with it... Do not lose the grip.
Master of deception, a prankster of will...
Master of deception, let him to lead, let him to fill...
Master of deception, a maiden riding on hairy pig.
Master of deception, it just seems so, you're not that sick.
In case of "true" or "false", perspective ain't your friend no more as
the trusted one has deceived, all changed from what was before.
Riddles teasing the brain itching from within.
One more clever than the other...cracks up, making insane.
