The mushrooms don’t work,
My mind is stuffed with cotton buds
And rags,
My body dressed in too much triviality,
I need more,
My visions no more free me,
Just that I’m imprisoned,
that little bit less,
Don’t drink coffee my strange unicorn,
Cling on, hope and don’t pray,
You get what your due,
You get what you choose,
My strange unicorn.

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