There is perception in the deception that here in this room we are in sheer unreality
That this surreal feeling is serenity due to our lack of sobriety
I am a fly on the wall that seems not to understand the others in the way they are buzzed
But here I will die if I refuse to fly into the den of dark discreet aromatic beat blowing night transcending air to soar with no care and do what I do not dare.
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