What state are you in?
I'm talking mind not nation.
Perplexed as in confused
By the rubbish you have been fed?
Or is your brain stable
Enough to paint a straight line.
Likely or not,
It's all a part of a dream.

It starts in childhood
And finishes with kaput,
Unless you are weird with a mushroom for a heart.
It happens to the best of us,
And to the worst.
Don't even get me started
On Freud. You know what I mean.

Just slow down
And listen to the music
Deep inside
Your most vivid imagination.
That's where the real truth
Is always at.