yeah trippy trek in the booth

or the booth at the diner whatever

pass the syrup

let your mind melt

you sit across from me shaking your fragile reality breaking

expecting a lecture some heavily prejudiced moral shaping

but i am a mirror a shimmering liquidly silver lake and

im calmly observing the turbulent mental mistakes that youre making

you spill all your guts on the table a messy and manic array

of panic and trauma a wildly chaotic and frantic ballet

you brace for the impact the absolute bullshit i probably say

but i pass you the sugar and watch the anxiety melt and decay

i hold zero bias i harbor no deeply embedded desires

i purposefully never throw wood on your stupid and personal fires

im sitting remarkably still in the wild an anomaly child

a beautiful empty receptacle peacefully perfectly mild

just breathe it in

im the soundproofed wall that you bounce your erratic ideas off

no judgment or preaching to make your inflated ego soft

a psychedelic silence a deeply mystical and cosmic retreat

just you me the diner and these salty french fries we can eat

pass the ketchup

you think ill intrude with my deeply annoying and personal drama

and forcefully match all your panic with stories concerning my mama

but bitch i am vacant a beautifully centered and zen dalai lama

im happily floating above all your heavily negative karma

youre waiting for scolding a fiery deeply aggressive critique

for me to start telling you why you are terribly stupid and weak

but my lips are sealed i am mentally reaching the ultimate peak

of objective existence incredibly polished entirely sleek

i swallow your stories i quietly process the total despair

without ever trying to actively tell you i actually care

a canvas absorbing the misery floating around in the air

while eating the pancakes the cook in the kitchen took time to prepare

you want an opinion i promise it simply does not exist here

i witness your sorrow a swirl in the mist perfectly clear

a neutral observer who swallowed a tab of hallucinogens

i purely reflect who you are making absolutely zero amends

so keep right on speaking completely unload the emotional clip

while i sit here tripping and sipping this piping hot chamomile drip

i will not condemn you or recklessly give you unnecessary lip

im the calm in the center while all of the rest of humanity flip

an oracle sitting discreetly right here in this circular booth

no absolute lies and no heavily fabricated absolute truth

just pure observation retaining my vividly radiant youth

while slowly extracting the pain like a thoroughly rotten sweet tooth

it is quite therapeutic this beautiful absence of cynical noise

just perfectly balanced completely objective and holding my poise

so wipe off your face baby

the crisis is over now

i am the void the comforting trippy diner void

leave a twenty dollar tip

trippy trek vanishing into the cosmos

pass the ketchup