Something must have happened.
Indeed, it must have.
Gentle people had flowers in their hair,
And came to San Francisco,
Sang Scott Mackenzie.
The globe was eighteen.
The cups of love overbrimmed,
They surged, you flew.
Love was made in music.
Show, now, a lad with flowers in his heart,
A soul in eternal summer.
A daisy with yellow rays, holding a blooming lass.
Skirting the roads, swishing the nights,
Raving in fields, craving the stars,
Hearts on the highway,
They meet dusk
Wearing flowers on their graves.
Tis not cause, now age I,
Twas sweet to be young.
Let there be haste in falling in love,
Disappear all speed rushing to deathly roads.
Let life gush
As the ever to reach the lotus
Slowly drips in never.
Marie Jacques Laval Panglose G.O.S.K.
Friend and Chela of the Great E.