Ego Death

God molecules trapped in blotter
On my finger, need a spotter
Palms sweat, deep breaths, and sticky spit
Last blink and hard gulp, this is it 

Paper hits tongue, then to palate 
Time to use the ego mallet 
Bloodstream floods and neurons explode 
Can't wait to see, what's down this road 

Sit, relax, and enjoy the show 
Things will get bizarre, don't you know?
Floor starts to pulse and walls can breathe
Brain and spirit begin to seethe

One and the same, aren't they all?
The world hails me, I hear it call
Do I answer, or let it ring?
But there is no phone, that's the thing

The room melts, and the ceiling drips 
Have I been.. on too many trips? 
The "om," it pulses, through my core..  
Pulling me to it's furthest shore 

Riding waves in the great abyss
How much longer.. can I take this?
Riding waves in the great abyss
How much longer..can I take this?

Stuck on repeat. No end in sight 
I have gone too far. Oh, the fright 
Time to calm down and turn back 'round 
Ego is dead. Thoroughly drowned. 

 

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