Happy Hippie Girl
The World - Poem by Happy Hippie Girl
As we come together to make a sound,
We find that our rhythms are very profound.
Now it is time to gather and to tune
Our instruments, and play till we see the moon.
Once the drums start, everyone is on a roll,
And we really get deep within the soul.
We start singing songs about this hellhole,
That some people like to call their home,
We have forgotten who we’re to extol.
We are living in a world filled of robots,
God is not happy with any of this!
As we come to see the moon we depart,
Until next time go down the dark abyss,
Then resurface with your heart in your hand.
Ready for that person you will magnify.
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