Just can’t get this haze to leave;

memories of my other mind make me grieve.

The quakes won’t start, my seeds won’t grow;

got stuck right here where the false winds blow.

These lies in my veins, some thought they would help,

but my imagination sends out no yelp,

no explosions of passion, no well-crafted phrases,

my once-magnetic eyes now reveal empty gazes.

Did you know this scientific fact?

Medicated muses don’t know how to act;

half-remembered whispers falling silent and wary:

“I DO believe in fairies; I DO believe in fairies.”

I watch as physics swirl down the drain;

my gravity’s centered on another plane.

But I feel pulled back there when I stare at the stars;

ideas grow faster when they’re fueled by your scars.

I may be scattered, but I’ve still got the faith.

I was a stowaway before, but now it costs me an eighth,

Your first trip’s ticket will come from a bible,

‘cause you’ll be praying to a being of psychedelic arrival.

Conductor of a train ignoring limits of light speed;

Science says Albert planted that seed…

You think you know Einstein? Well this might seem taboo—

but he kept some secrets, the ones of value to you.

It’s not god nor goddess that’ll answer this call,

but us, saviors to save us from this life’s wailing wall.

In the space-time of music, I feel “it” coming back.

I just found fairy dust in my spice rack.

“Send me back,” I beg and plead.

“I’ll miss these folks, but I’ve got those needs.

If you check the tapes, you’ll see I’ve been real good.

There were traps here, but shit, I’m from Gaia’s ‘hood.”

Summer 2013