I am drifting in the land of imagination

floating down the river of my desires

i feel the winds of destiny against my face

i picture the wings of the eagle high in the sky

doing the only thing i know for sure writing

living and dying i breathe in i breathe out

what is this thing called shambala i feel it deep

feeling union with the big onion potato tomato

divine wisdom flowing thru my fingers

i am well adjusted to a maladjusted society

feeling the music tears are starting easy time

nothing seems real stoned like vibe going with the flow

love these times just me and the keyboard fingers dancing

dreaming about the lady of my desires lives in dream land

thoughts descending into the mundanity of my life

siting here drawing on my smoke feeling tired late night

thinking about what i need to do tomorrow wash dishes

will i wake up tomorrow is this all a dream my imagination

I am drifting in the land of imagination