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"The Trip" Reality is a fragile thing. We walk around thinking the ground is solid and the sky is blue, but all it takes is a shift in perspective to see the gears turning underneath. This is that moment the walls come down—where the wind becomes a hammer and time eats its own tail. It’s not just about losing your mind; it’s about finding a different kind of truth in the chaos. It’s a prayer whispered in the middle of a neon storm. Song: The Trip Lyrics Written By Kelly Wood Song Composed By Kelly Wood Spiritwind The Digital Poet The Digital Poet Publishing Spiritwind ©️ 2026 The sun turned purple about an hour ago as the sky turned red with a crazy feeling inside my head The cactus is breathing moving soft and slow the rabbit is watching me from out of his hole The ground is water but it feels like stone sitting in the center of the unknown The lizard on the rock just spoke my name nothing is different but nothing is the same Welcome to the trip where the ceiling rips the words taste like honey on the burning lips The sky is melting dripping on the floor I don't know who I am anymore Riding the wave of the neon light walking through the day inside the night The mountains are dancing to a silent beat the universe is tangled underneath my feet I see the sound and I hear the color every strangers face looks like a brother Time is a snake eating its own tail wind is the hammer and the wind is the nail Is this the madness? Or is this the cure? I’ve never felt so clean and pure The walls are gone the chains are loose drinking the fire and the electric juice (Wide awake) Lost in the sleep where I pray my soul to keep Welcome to the trip where the ceiling rips the words taste like honey on the burning lips The sky is melting dripping on the floor I don't know who I am anymore Riding the wave of the neon light walking through the day inside the night The sand is melting and the truth is clear there is nothing left to fear Just the colors just the sound floating high above the ground (Melting down)