Stinson Beach, Ca
We <3 the bay.
We drove on a trip
Made a trick
Hoping a moral might stick
Waiting for it to hit
I never felt sick
My mind could predict
We were sleeping on a summit
With the beach as our bed
Bodies looking ahead
Bottles to the head
Battles for the herd
Deep in the woods
Tripping on shrooms
Wishing we had our own rooms
The flowers bloomed
dipped in dew
Colors that made me coo
Ask for a kiss from you
My eyes following made do
Telling you who to pursue
Like a curse long overdue
SiReN I'll see you soon
This story is true
Soon I'll tell others too.
This was single handedly the greatest experience of my early youth. Psychedelics should be used for mindful healing and explored more by willing subjects. I choose my freedom of speech to write in abstract terms what it meant to me.
Peace
SiReN
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