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Kiss The Sun
Strolling down a long and winding road,
on a quest to kiss the sun.
I Come across a majestic frog to lick;
hallucinogens, coat my tongue.
A group of fairies descend from up above,
providing the powers, of Peter Pan.
With youthful grace, I glide towards the sun,
repeating the words, "I think I can!"
Icarus is my hero.
For his honor, this quest must be done.
With the help of all, these fairies' wings,
I shall finally smooch the sun.
Starvation halts my travels,
so preparedly, I pick through my pack.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Magic mushrooms; poor choice of snack.
I depart with dismal desperation,
reaching depth-defying heights.
My optimistic outlook obscured,
by the magical meal, I now fight.
A wizardly bird and a rodent with wings,
aide in guiding me back to my path.
Progress short lived, as I plummet back down,
wounded by a warrior wasp's swift attack.
"The sun sends it's sincere regards,"
sinisterly said, by the savage wasp.
"My companions, take up your arms!
Our quest is too important to stop."
Out of the forest poured even more creatures.
Flying frogs fill the fight with their song.
Mice with bows, make the sky black with arrows.
With sorcerous squirrels, slinging spells, this won't last long.
The wasp's brawn, would've beat me in battle;
if it weren't for my magical friends.
As the wasps whisk away in retreat,
cheers of victory ring throughout the land.
Not every battle was victorious, however.
My sanity suffers and is slipping away.
The snack slowly sneaking inside me,
will have me grounded the rest of the day.
Every territorial tussle has victims;
the previously projected path paid the price.
Forgoing road and forcing through forest,
making way, with my magical mice.
I'm lead to an ominous doorway,
lucidity, left lifeless, with a look.
An endless field of fear filling flowers,
baring the haunting head of Captain Hook.
With my adventure's purpose losing clarity,
and my nervous system in severe distress;
I beckon the fairies, to carry me back home;
dreaming of Icarus, as I rest.
With certain frogs, there's
With certain frogs, there's no coming back from the hallucination - and you'll soon be growing mushrooms out of yourself. Glad you didn't lick one of those ; )
"On a quest to kiss the sun" is a very poetic lyric, inviting one on an adventure that seems to peel off the "long and winding road". A lot of strong visualizations thoughout (that make me wonder if this was based on a real experience), and peppered with humor along the way. It's not my favorite topic, but you managed to keep me hooked in - which, I think, says a lot for the quality of your writing.