We were waiting at the gates to the beat of the clock
Waiting for the train with the tick of the tock
He was winking his eye down in the blotter as his face dissolved in the water
He slipped down the tubes, slipped down the slide
Swallowed him whole
Now he's inside
Running quickly by an intent look in his eye
Run through the tunnels with colors passing by
Enjoy a new glass of tea
Observe this world you see
Scenery is manifesting, its morphing fluidly
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Open minds
Open doors
Sinking into the carpeted floor
So fluid the waves fall
Starring at the dripping-melting walls
Unstable
Fixated
With these blue eyes so dialated
Unreal
Abstract
You made the choice to never turn back. In this style 10/6, what now?
What comes next
Still on this trip to the beat of the clock
Hours have passed with the tick of the tock
10 hours 6 minutes all in this style, with a card in his hat all of the while
Unstable
Fixated
With these blue eyes so dialated
Unreal
Abstract
You made the choice to never turn back
In this style 10/6, what now?
What comes next
On the other side of the glass where these psychedelic hours pass
How long will will this madness last?
So far 12 hours have passed...
Or maybe it was eleven hours?