Back there in primary school
One of my friends got assaulted by the class bully.
I stood beside my friend when it all happened.

The guy grabbed him from the back and smashed his face on the table.
His front tooth hit the the table top first and a piece chipped off.
My friend, he was crying, and had to go to the dentist to have his tooth fixed.
I think they glued that bit back on.

Fast forward.
Last year I took a mushroom trip.
And I was thrust back into this memory.

"Dear mushroom, what am I suppose to see?"
I watched, I watched, and I watched
My body shaking

My friend, he needed me to see this.
A part of his soul was trapped inside me.
And he needed me to know that I had seen the horror.
Somebody to hold compassion for him and his pain when we were 10.

When he knew I had seen.
My body relaxed.
A load had been cleared from my nervous system.

Ever since a tension that had always been in my legs
Had now disappeared...

What else do I carry?