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A Hippie Day
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Early Writings Stuck on my facts, deep in sleep
Overwelmed with fear, then sudden relief.
The conscious overpowers me, ad reality, I keep
I wake up, with the coffee filling the air
It fills me up to the crease with strength
As I exit my personal world, I notice the time.
Overwelmed with the scent of brew, I tell the clock to kiss my ass
I hobble out of bed. The room spins round and round
Guided by the herbal air, coffee leads me to freedom.
Since it is a day of no energy I pull out redemption.
Twanging away on the porous percussion things start to fit
As songs fly out, and all about, I'm little more than shit
I know I'm right, but my mind still fights,
When I start to bear down with grit.
Hour after hour the intricate butterflies fly out of
The djembe, each touching souls of the Netherworld.
Forcing people to take a trip on the S.S Nepenthe, I join myself in new, joyous form.
