Under a fungal influence I lost concept of time nAlong with use of my tongue and I had to pantomime nMy feelings but it was easy 'cause my senses had opened up nAnd ever since that day my head has been an open cup. nnThe thoughts come before they go nAnd who am I to change the flow? nLakes are rain are clouds are snow nAnd I keep track of who I owe. nnSometimes I wonder what it would have been like if you'd've stuck around nAnd none of those men in black had ever put you in the ground. nWould we still boost shit from bookstores and hang out at the mall? nPlay surrealist writing games and cry about it all? nnThis drinks for our dear departed nWho left this earth scarred and broken hearted nFinished something her family started nAnd god didn't give her a soul but art did. nnI call my grandpa up when I start to miss the sea nHe's got Alzheimer's disease and he can't remember me. nBut no one can touch memory like it's a photograph. nI listen to every word he says and I love to hear him laugh. nnBig respect to those that came before nWho busted their ass for half of what they deserved nWho fed us smashed potatoes and gravy nWho've seen the world go hopelessly crazy nWho told us not to be so lazy nWho tried to make us into gentlemen and ladies nWho took us in their arms and said upsy daisy nWho washed us in kitchen sinks when we were babies.