In the Mists of a Lighthouse I've Been Reborn

Visionary Psychedelic Art Held a Premise for Me Which Was More Attractive Than Anything at the Time, but Don't Ever Judge a Book by Its Cover, for Ultimately, It Couldn't Stop My Self-Deconstructive Hula Hoop Dance Back to the Open Arms of Bittersweet Ambient Music and Bona Fide Piano Improvisations

It Started With Me Wishing Upon the Brightest Star, Trying to Reconcile the Gap Between the Unenlightened Demeanor of Reality and the Fantastical Naturally Occurring Hallucinations I Have Had Since Childhood, I Did and Tried My Best to Love What There Was, but Eventually Have Run Back to My Shell