Relax.

Hit the bong.

Go to the moon and kick back on an easy chair

And stare down on the pretty shining Earth

Glimmering with promise as you take a few moments away

To enjoy the vastness of nothing

Light years from the rat race.

Unwind.

Sip the brandy.

On the edge of the galaxy in a swinging hammock

And close your eyes and listen to the quiet peaceful OHM

Vibrating an undercurrent of love and satisfaction

Lulling you to happy expansion

Thousands of miles from responsibility

Hopeful and empty

Floating and Free.

Drunk and High.