Psychedelic Ride

An old indian man came into town,
In my mind I began to hear a sound,
The sound of an ancient song,
My mind was in a trance,
My body started to dance,
Last thing I remember is his glance,
He turned the key and unlocked my mind,
I entered a hidden realm,
Beyond space and time,
My eyes discovered new colours,
My hands a new way to touch,
I felt life oozing out through my pours,
My ears heard his flute play,
I sank into the peaceful thickness of the music,
I listened to the words he did not say,
A deserted land we walked alone,
The notes he played set the tone,
They layed before us a path of stone,
Seven days and seven nights,
Wihtout rest we treaded on,
 Playing that perennial song all along,
A black dove escorted us,
To the back of a blue bus,
And there we got lost,
The music started to die out,
The ground started shaking,
Yet inside the blue bus we stayed waiting,
My mind went blank,
And my eyes faded to black,
When I came to myself I was back,
Right back where I was,
The indian man was coming into town,
Only this time I heard no sound.

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