Kathmandu You Wanna

The walls aren't really breathing
The neon crayons aren't really glowing like lightsabers
The blanket isn't actually sparkling
I know there isn't really a purple train outside the window
If I open the window and step outside
I will fall to the ground where the dried grass cuttings
From the freshly mown lawn aren't really spelling out
Sanskrit secrets half erased as if by a giant pencil eraser

And beneath the ground, barely visible to human perception
A giant spiderweb certainly is not thrumming
And pulsing with the heartbeat of the planet
It's crimson strands connecting every living thing

I know this
I know it's just the mushrooms
I know it's just my own heartbeat
But that doesn't make it any less profound
Maybe...
Maybe it makes it MORE profound

It feels like I'm somewhere else
Driving this body around my apartment with a joystick
Like it's only a game
Also, I can't seem to stop narrating my every move
Everything is fascinating
I open my front door, hear a car drive past
Immediately panic and go back inside
To lie down in my bed where the sunset is painting my ugly wood
Panelling walls with too many shades of purple

The infinite harlequin timeworm faces of Messrs
Six and Quimper emerge from the ceiling
And reassure me that it will all be okay
It's just the psilocybin
Causing perceptual distortions in my brain's prefrontal cortex
It's what I wanted
This is the desired effect
It's perfectly safe
The nausea is normal

Remember to breathe