A Trip Through The Park


How did I get here?

Oh yeah

Are these my veins?

Shit.



Flying over orange forests

Diving into the microscopic

There are hidden treasures

No matter where I look

The ground bleaches

As I reach ancient bones

I follow their fossil footprints

A three eyed tree tells me to turn around and look

at my fresh grave.

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