Persuasion
I make my morning commute through the city square
Through a tunnel of dimmed neon lights, familiar images, and colors bare
Strolling down the street today a new taste lingers in the atmosphere
On the corner a top-hatted man waits for me there
“Take my hand and feel the fusion
Give me your heart and I’ll fill it with scrumptious music
Forget your beige days of bland loneliness and destitution
And come with me to find inclusion.”
"You know better than me,
what I want and what I need
Fill my veins with your ubiquity
You have my heart, my cents, and full loyalty."
I ran through the gardens of his dazzling tent
Protected from the old world of cognition and cement
Somewhere in this grandiose dream I must have given consent
To watering a tree in my heart and letting it augment
I grew sick and faint form an overstimulated sensory
Spiraled to the ground, cracked my skull and let it bleed
I caressed the cut and pulled out an apple seed
Immediately I knew I had to get back to the street…
I snuck out, returning to buildings painted with pollution
My headache returned, along with the confusion
As my liver filters out the addictive, juicy spell of delusion
The branches in my heart remain rooted to the grand illusion.