Raccoon Got Stung in a Bee Square

Two minutes; the concept of time is insignificant

Bitter in sound, the door shuts
Subtle in meaning, the gap lengthens

She asks, the blue or the red pill?

Blink, blink, I start to see heaven in her eyes

50 stars dissipate gradually, one by one, 

 the last two strive to remain taintless and forgiven

Armed in gold and precious stones, but still believe in miracles

Maybe, just maybe, Y as in yes, at least, or Y as in you

I can't see what's in the front, and neither can you
We lie calmly in the stream, inexplicably balanced
against gravity and coming force

Perspectives shift, from far

to near,

too close. Everything else is merely a blur. But I don't care

Here, I offer you a key, but it's up to you to choose which door it unlocks  

I'm staying for the feeling, not for anything else








Beep, 307AM. Time's up dreamer