Mindtrips

The fire pits warm as people circle

To sing their merry songs

And dance to life's purple

Mellow the conversation

Between peace and panic

We hardly listen to the mutter

Our minds are in the gutter

A thousand and one stutters

And no one hears the putter

We only feel the clutter

Because our minds aren't free

We see through a glass spectacle

In a mirror shooting images from cameras

From other entities or standards

Though respectively

And this is the sound

That most live to

----Life to be continued