In the recesses of the mind,
when moss and lichen gather,
And its dank, deep smell
Happily keep you away,
You know there's something wrong somewhere.
Keeping away from it
Only deepens your disgust
You do not want to rake it up.
That is the problem.
A jungle of Devonian plants develop,
And if you care to notice,
It now has become so awesome
That you do not dare to destroy it.
You have reached the depths of your mind,
Away from the prejudicial biases
of the hypocrtical human world.