Been seeking that good kinda din
where I can sit and think again
while sipping my dragonfly gin
and letting that distilled infusion
be my medicine
and something not necessarily harmful
to the spirit within

I am seeking that good kinda din
where I can sit and think
a remembering why kinda place
so I rode my old bike down
down to my favourite river fork
to offer up gifts
to the Old Man and St Mary
I was groovin' with
that sweet and heady inshallah vibe

Just groovin' with those
sweet and hearty Inshala vibes
making me feel the opposite of heavy
when a higher self popped up
to remind, treasures buried become
weathered and harried
so I sat down, slipped my shoes and socks off
breathed in deep and got ready

And now I am finding that good kinda din
where the consciousness be growing again
the kind, you know, where its kinda
like a begin again