Toadstool Journey

Invite me to your world of opposites
In harmonic anarchy of the physics
At the stage of no worries
Nothing matters that much you see
A room for a thouhgt yet no hallways to get through
And even if too afraid to take a step back or forth
No use for doors or locks as you end up from were you left
There is no time
An hour can be a week depending on what you seek
An inch by inch into the gloom of deep
Do not point a view since there might be no coming back
Do not loose the grip or you’ll return in black leather sack
Keep your head and stick with it… Do not lose the grip
Master of deception, a prankster of will…
Master of deception, let him to lead, let him to fill…
Master of deception, a maiden riding on hairy pig
Master of deception, it just seems so, you’re not that sick
In case of «true» or «false», perspective ain’t your friend no more as
The trusted one has deceived, all changed from what was before
Riddles teasing the brain itching from within
One more clever than the other… cracks up, making insane