The natural is remembered as self-created problems

My friend took a heavy dose of

Magic mushrooms and sat on her couch.

 

She tried to get to the heart of it all,

She tried to figure out the meaning of life by

Going in, in, in…

And she woke up on a lawn screaming

Obscenities about her landlord who watched her

In terror from the top story.

 

That’s the thing about trying to figure out everything.

You are doused with nausea.

 

God lets us circle the great mystery,

But he won’t let us in.

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