The Shaman

 Simple layman, lost and found.

Job of the Shaman, to brake new ground...

 

...Rampant thinker, can't unwind.

Remove the splinter, from the mind.

Go with the first thing, that fills your head,

a bit like surfing, the world wide web.

Blast unknown, confront the dark,

Fear free zone, found at the heart.

Once you shed, all false desires, 

make it spread, like wild-fire.

Hit it first time, brake the ice,

Be so certain, you could bet your life.

Baptize the new, slide in-between,

like Dr who, with his time machine.

Hallucinations so true, that you believe your eyes,

Brake on through, to the other side.

Open doors, alter perception,

Re-write laws, reach new dimension.

Bridge a dream, leave nothing hidden,

Meta-demons, block your vision.

Kill them early, stop their sperm,

Pilgrims journey, with no return.

Salute your neurons, brake their pattern,

The INNER Shaman, can split the atom.

To stay awake, you must be stubborn,

or else you bake, inside an oven.

Hold on tight, make sure you know,

when it feels right, to let things go.

Have an answer, every time.

Be the master, of your mind.

Go underground, then rise above,

The lost are found, in vibes of love.