Crawling slowly thru time
Humans evolved at a sluggish pace
Mentally and physically
Nothing like our current race
Curious by nature
Often to its own peril
Ancient man ventured
Ever into unknown
Called by a hidden force
Dwelling within the earths crust
Driven by need for survival
Fungus found its way to man
Offering shamanic visions
Too bewildering
For primitive minds
To even conceive
Stoned ape apocalypse
Synapses
Form new links
Visions grow
To reality
Times goes on.
Fruit of mycelium
Forces minds of man
To evolve
Savage minds
Spiraling into consciousness
Visions beyond,
As fungal masters
Beckoned us to the future.
Stoned ape gone
Fate is sealed
World is won
By mushroom gods
(All advances great or small
Can be traced
To this spark ov
Mental evolution
Ignited by the
Outergalactic presence
Dwelling beneath
The soil)