Drifting Away
Life isn't what it's cracked up to be
Living on an island and toking delightful weed
His thoughts emerge faster and easier then before.
His mother once said not to explore,
The mystical substance that most hippies adore
He is free from the world and insanity
He takes it easy and drinks his wine.
Playing guitar all day and listens to
The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes"
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