So take a drink from my cup,
whats the worst that can happen?,
you get pulled into another world,
where everything's alien and the looks you get are absurd,
or maybe everything's perfect,
even down to the last word.

Or will the synesthesia take hold of you,
for everything you can taste now,
but can no longer feel,
that leaves you alone on a couch with a single question:
Is any of this even real?

Or will you slowly succumb to it all,
as you realise every bit of what you thought of as normal,
slowly goes dribbling down your chin as your immersed into it all.
Just to be spit right back where you are with the question of how.

And the only beauty you can find in it all,
are the rest of the ones around you,
with their face plastered across the wall,
who slowly look up at you smile,
that show you,
yeah, I've been hanging around for awhile.

Down here in the dark,
waiting around for enough to finally embrace it,
before you realise the one you have to go in for is yourself,
as you slowly walk through your own hell,
all while you hold yourself cupped gently within your calloused hands.

When you finally realise finding yourself is like googling "you",
as you go through all the different memories of yourself,
that the world has taught are truly,
you,
there's even a channel you can check yourself out on.

Kind of Iike the tube you've been suppened in,
waiting for another to pour you out,
well be careful what you wish for my friend,
whats been poured out cannot be put back,
only poured into another deemed worthy,
seems just your luck as you've finally arrived.

So take a drink from my cup,
Whats the worst that can happen?,
You succumb to it all as the pressure begins to subside?
Or is it the instant when you realise that the cup is empty,
It only matters what you put inside.