Balloons

Atmospheric overdrive,
we're feeling slightly alive

We who avoid the hive, and took the dive,
to strive and jive, moving and grooving,
to and fro, to the tones of grinding bones,
headphones soften the yells in a pell mell hell.

Tubular noobular, reality is resurfacing everywhere,
head held high; they're going under
claps of thunder, and then we're tumblin'
the road is mumblin' it's star swept stark steady melodies,
to you and me, til its just us three, and the bees and the trees.

Who called out to me?
Was it free and long and strong?
grasp the bong and forget the slong;
rock on to the beat, don't you dare take a seat,
let the music sweep you off your feet, and at last you'll feel the heat;
its a blazing ocean,
a magick potion,
of kryptonite, glass, orb, spheric

utterly amusing, to the chosen few
who like to chew and brew the stew
of this cockpit overrun mind.