Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon, To paint that love upon a white balloon,
And fly it from the topest top of all the tops that man has pushed beyond his brain.
Satori must be something just the same.
We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size.
We talked with tall Venusians passing through. And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head..And away they soared,
Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud.
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd. And We walked back to the road, unchained.
