Warped

From time to time

a rollercoaster ride;

being on the left side

is no fun.

After a few rounds,

the key to the left side

is lost and found;

waiting to be disguised

by a new witchcraft

entering through my window

at dawn.

A multidimensional soul

playing guitar and screaming into the microphone;

imaging of the brain lost in a fog.

Where is the lake?

Maybe I needed a break.

Who knows?

I know reality is not

my cup of tea

as I prefer real

essential liquid

to soothe

and sleep

through the noise.

Maybe this will quiet things down.

After a storm, the sun shines.

Tell me good stories,

not ghost ones this time.

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