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.
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