Take a hit or ten of the pipe that will
Surely rearrange your mind, until
You come back down to Earth, but while you are up
See what drips from your mouth into your cup

The road turns upside down with a grin
And without any dignity, denouncing your chagrin
See yourself shouting at the weather up at the sky
Raining, snowing, or sunning, you’ll pass it by

Float past the purple beanstalks that
Grow right by where you just had sat
Listen for nature joking inside your ears
Making you think of all those wasted years

A glorious wind blows you like a page
Out of those bars that held you in society’s cage
Do not be alarmed in the world you have come to
It is a divine paradise in the clouds of pleasant blue

Flowers come forth in the morning spirit sun
In this warm grassy meadow, you skip hop and run
And around you are those happy smiling faces
Belonging to those friends that have brought you to these places

There’s an expression for what these feelings are
Even after you’ve fallen down from your star
It means that you’re away and dazed in the head
And the feeling is called being blissfully dead.