• Take me away, where the path's unknown...
    Down a trail, as my mind is blown...
    Looking through squinting eyes,
    As the sun beams down,
    Wobbly legs, and wearing not a frown...
    There imerges, the mellow within,
    With Rushes of happy, and a want for sin,
    But instead I sit, to feel the breeze,
    as it blows through my hair, I think please
    pack that bowl, nice and tight,
    toke it up, and we'll feel right...
    on fluffy clouds, our minds will lay,
    my, oh my, what a great day.