high-koo

i

tequila in love
we are drowned, empty
no place to return

ii

these long paths seem spent
searching for ways to conquer
sadness, desire

iii

uncertain questions
seek volatile answers
whispers of the truth

iv

stories unfinished
daily confusion abounds
the light sets us free

v

artists redeem us
imagery flowing like wine
reaching redemption

vi

mushrooms glittering
upon the walls of secrets
how high we must be

vii

time is better spent
crushing minute illusions
key to inner peace

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