Mushrooms

If eaten you will change,

there was no warning.

Ingested it's to late.

Now you have to wait.

As your third eye opens,

so you may see the world,

As it truly is.

Not knowing what is real,

or what is created,

by your mind.

It hurt at first,

getting used to the blinding light,

in the middle of the night.

Something turned on.

I saw the world in a different color.

For my eyes deceive.

What is color to a person born without?

Everything melting around me,

as I figure out one key property.

This mushroom gave me something you never could.

And that makes me unhappy.