i imagined i was a hippy with long black flowing hairsmoking on a joint in the marajuahana airtrippping out on mushrooms at the hippy fairseeing lots of things that really were not thereliving in tent travelling everywhere.wearing lots of flowers all around my headwith the word of piece being quickly spreadthinking of the freedom a hippy life could bringstrumming my guitar as i begin to singthis was just imagined how it was beforenow all the piece has gone nothing now but war.