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In psychotropic dream states

I find colours that abound,

Everything’s kaleidoscopic

And not easily or readily defined,

It’s like being in the womb again

But a womb that’s psychedelic,

But there are eyes of watchers

They are studying all I do,

But it’s not in a big brother way

Their intentions are is not cruel,

They are not watching to control

Their intention is to care for me,

While I am in this psychotropic dream

Whoever they maybe loves me,

I feel the warmth and their energy

And it flows within me and I now see,

All of life’s inner workings and it’s circuitry

I understand now this is our true reality,

And not the life we live that’s so illusory,

We dream the world we think is real

From this psychotropic womb,

And go through pain, fear and suffering

Until our destined end points loom,

And when it’s over we wake up

And the watchers help us heal our wounds,

Ready if we want to try again with what we learned

Which is not an opportunity that should be spurned,

And once we learn to live life right

Then we evolve from this psychotropic womb,

Into a higher state of existence born without life’s fear of doom

Instead we will be born into a life free and wild that soon,

We will understand that we’ve now nothing left to prove

And we can be happy and we will know that everything is good,

And the watchers will reveal to us a life beyond all pain

And we will live forever and never fear death again,

In an immortal universe with a consciousness

Discovering wonders time and again,

That will see us travel with our loved ones through time and space

Living in peace and harmony as if an alien race,

Yet we will only know the beauty and the joy that comes to be

With ascending life evolving into a true spiritual being.