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.