I wandered towards the mushroom king,
He said, I could ask him anything.
I said with garbled breath, “I am ready for a higher consciousness,”
My heart cannot take another step.
I feel forsook in this giant’s nook.
Within this realm of light and dark
No place my soul to park.
My heart grows weary-
This world is far too dreary.
Not blind to societies madness-
When good is bad and truth is badness.
I am in need of clear perspective,
That leaves me not neglected.
A desire for a better view,
Is something I long to do-
And not the one on pay per view.