It's all in my headBaby, its all in my head
Sea shore sparkles in the green sun,Four-five fishes are out having fun.Stained-glass sea shells are on the run,One of us should be holding a gun
by now.Sweetie, theres sand in your dread.Again, Im guessing its all in my head.See the reaper, teared in a time shred,Covered in ribbons and chained in red
aside.Oh honey, must we get inside the twirling mist,Or find a yellow-mellow fist or wrist?No
I know by now the taoists exist,Paint in chalk a talking tree, I insist
shock!Thought dunes flow in carbolic runes,Scales and wishes and drumming spoons.My oh my, I dubbed the timing tunesThe voices laughed at old cartoons
stay.And if by now, you still dont understand,The final riddle, is my own mind-magic land.