Flick of the wrist
On the rocks with a twist,
The smoky atmosphere of an earlier age.
Crescent moon with a pink balloon
Jesters mingle with the high-class scholars.
Two as one
Just a little more fun.
Lose control
Regain the body and the soul.
Letting go of fear
Living in the clear, realm of possibility
Obtaining peace and tranquility.
Step out of the misty haze
And see the concrete maze, jungle
Of which you blindly follow.
The end is just another beginning
And the beginning is the end.
Choose wisely they say
But their path marks your future that very day.
With a grin and a tall bottle of gin
I light my smoke and say goodnight,
Dying never felt so right.
