When I find myself looking back,
New, exciting, crazy, blue
Filled with my true hue
Adieu adieu adieu
In lieu of my gurus
Who keep telling me looking back when moving forward is like
Staring at your face in front of a mirror
While your eyes have peeled the fog with magic shrooms,
And he mistakes you for Persephone
Trying to pull me back in and
That brings me back to a familiar place but I think,”who is she?
Is she a seer who saw that four seeds later would bring me back to this before her wings break skin and she flies with iridescent skin and three kin?”
All within an infinite second before moving past the past with a shot blast to the rest of the painting of his majesty.