Inebriated

Hanging by the watch's minute hand,

we were exploring our own land;

Too slowly crawled the clock,

Our brains were fixed in a block;

The state of steadiness measured in terms of pegs,

we flew around with wings pinned to our legs;

Out came the words from the inside,

that crenelated the heart in vitro quite wide;

From dumb to a chatter box, cowardice to courage,

this OH-fluid made our neurones outrage;

Our souls confessed our sins kneeling down,

Yet our exterior dressed in the mask of a clown;

We see an aureole around every face,

bcoz the Inner God emerges out from the surface;

We let ourselves ruled by the uninhibited subconscious,

and slaughter our cruel inhibited conscious;