The Lonely Mushroom

I awaken in a new world
A single 20 foot shroom
In the midst of a single enormous field
On a planet of only cotton, grass, and this enormous shroom
And I think to myself,
Why does everything seem so small?
And why is the tornado spinning so slow to me?
And why, in this tornado, do I feel invincible
In this tornado, I feel only calm
I feel pain
Yet I convince myself magically
That pain is good
And that it feels good.
And so I awaken in a new world
That's fresher than clean linen on a bright summer's day
Air purer than the snow in the middle of Siberia
Cleaner than any river in the world