Phasing Out

Should you find comfort in a tall grass
Within quiet whispers of air?
Should the vastness of the sky calm you down
as you lay down on fresh ground?
Should your thoughts fade away 
When you wonder through the void?
Should your mouth stay put
If there is nothing but glancing eyes of cold skulls

Psychedelic dance of electric bodies
Spark over horizon as the sun sets down
Psychedelic dance of vivid lips
Running around fire ignited by what you have put down
Should you stay silent and calm phasing out of joy?