The Trip

Seeing in the real world, Trying to taste the salt, For out of life springs light and liver, Can’t digress from reality either, Old times reverberate through my ears, The smells intoxicate my nose, Deepness transcends dreams and hearts, Pushing upward from an unknown source, The way in divided by my touching hand, Through shouting of a forgotten voice, Anguish is replaced by perception, Then I arrive at the place called home.