Be Gone
Where are all the hippies from yesteryear,
did they pack up in their love bugs and disappear?
What happened to the summer of love,
and the freedom to express said love graphically?
Did they go on a long, long winter break,
and forgot and left the neon lights on, which now glow so dimly
Oh, who can remember the pretty flowers and the jasmine,
the aphrodisiac smoke filling the electric air,
with those sonic guitars blaring everywhere
People dressed so psychedelic back then,
and what other people thought, they didn't care
Where has it all gone?
Have they all gotten old with no long hair and short lungs,
wearing thick glasses with therapeutic shoes on?
What time of life was it when their minds finally floated back to the ground,
when did they stop bed hopping around and finally settle down?
Be gone, be the days of smoke and haze
Be gone, be the years of drifting in a daze
Count the number of the remaining cells in your brain,
turn over the hourglass to reverse the life of living insane
Be gone to the hippie days,
be gone to the loose, loose ways
Be gone to the mind numb-ery,
This gen party is over, time to pick up the debris
Be gone ...
the last one to go, don't leave the strobe light on
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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