psychedelic tortoise

In the darkest depths of dream time The mind does start to play I can't get any peace while I'm awake It's better off this way I'm going for a joyride On a psychedelic tortoise Riding barefoot through the air On a wave of floating fairydust A mass of smiling faces Of people as we pass them by I wave and grin right back at them And breathe a contented sigh The sun isn't just red and yellow It's blue and green and pink The tortoise glides towards it We're heading there I think Fairies sprinkle magic dust with gold and silver hues The land of golden memories Where no-one sings the blues We drift around from place to place Past villages and towns Just floating through the cosmos Enveloped in sights and sounds Onward to the morning My tortoise brings me back to light to spend my day anticipating where we shall travel to tonight.

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