Trip Poem

Sense Field Trip Poem take a picture it lasts longer to lead me on you lead me on lay my soul to rest upon the stairway that leads me on to you tied up in tape I've got no clothes to wear someone might read it the sky just opens wide I'm afraid to write this you keep myself up every night on and on and on and on on and on and on and on I want you all to myself it makes me just love myself and how it mixes and it will not leave no it will not leave and how it makes me just lose myself the steam engine steam engine you keep myself up every night my eyes just open wide lay my soul to rest upon the stairway that leads me on to you