Sitting under a small chandelier,
I see visions of tea parties
Non-existent to the naked eye,
But to the visionaries, they see new
Worlds of pure ecstasy.
I may be a little distant from reality
Because of mood-lifting potions,
Toxic to the soul,
But I find joy in unusual states –
Is that why people smoke?
I am not the most sober human
But I still seek hidden truths,
And I stumble in the dark
For uncertainties, while boys
Munch on doughnuts to fill a void.
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