Meeting The Lost Generation

Meeting The Lost Generation When the outsider met the old soul She couldn't remember what the wise woman said Something like feed your “Feed your head” There was a mental ovation A sudden pain from an aura of fixation Sense that would come a loss of control A dream A caterpillar A red queen A dark hole When the outsider met the old soul She couldn't “remember what the doormouse said” Something like off with her Off with her head There was a feeling of velocity A sudden murder of modesty Sense that this was the only road A dream A caterpillar A red queen A dark hole “One dose made you larger one dose made you small“ Remember the wise woman who sings this song “One dose made you larger one dose made you small“ Ask Alice who sings This song An artist of sensation Embodying the skill of penetration Altering one's reality Administering vibes of regality Slaughtering with poetry Leaving behind pensive epiphanies Then returning to a fog Find the white rabbit and wait for the fall Give ode to the outsider who met the old soul and to all the earthly rebels Alien to the joy ride still going strong Make it last keep and keep grasp of the bong Remember The dream The caterpillar The red queen The dark hole Remember The wise woman's song You have been ignoring it way too long “Feed your head” “Feed your head” I am not talking backwards I am calling out to those who are not dead By Imari Roberts