Zoola Inspired Birthday Song Tavern Visions

With wind blown tunes we rock´n´roll swing in hammock hum holds,
While we reminisce of yester year lessons along with future 3rd eye visions,
Sitting here I wonder where you have gone,
You have been living en mi corazon for ages,
Blinking I see you in my dream cloud memory banks,
From the wind I feel desert satin sweet kisses,
Finally learning to let go of the desire to have, to hold,
I hear echoes that rattle my rib cage xylophones,
Making my melodies new visions of bold color splashes,
As we leap off cliff side faces staring at mother mountains belly button,
Now I want to blow hard and loud with a certain finesse of daring delicacy,
Wondering, will it shake your insides rearranging your chakra configuration,
So that we can make new constellations with the exhale of smoke signals,
Now come on, you know fully well the message being sent,
It´s the same conversations we have wen we get drunk together,
In ye ole tavern,
Where we weary warrior travellers have forgotten the concept of time,
Having mastered this mind limiting reality gig we take flight,
Under the influence of moon ray shine,
Always drinking when we spend sleepless rambles discussing the finer points,
Of Cougar skat, Doo Wap, Bee Bop, Sha boing boing,
Meet me in the lavatory laboratory after the next song flute salute set,
Let´s see if we can´t get some results to prove our hypothesis,
That this is in the bag,
The proof that we wield the wand to warp the visions,
Of our ancestor grand parents,
In order to fit with the modern explorers double life motto,
¨No mud trail too dry or classroom too clean for us to tackle.¨

Come find me, count to 10, cover your eyes, cover your ears,
But leave your heart open to see the star dust trail I´ve left for you,
Ready, Set, Go,
Meet me in the middle after the night has slept,
When twilight takes a sabbatical siesta,
The fabric of this veil blurs with the awakening colors,
But look in between, do you see,
There is a shuttle direct to the place where you never have to say good bye,
Never Never Land,
Grow old, What?
Play all day, What?
Fly with the simple inner utterance actualization of happy thoughts,
Say What? Say What?
How could you not be sold,
Soul savings deposited for millenia may now be redeemed,
With a high return absolutely, indubitably guaranteed,
That you too will be rewarded well for the investments deposited,
@ the dawn of this seed star swing set,
Play ground break free session for we,
Let´s go,
No one´s on duty so we gots to watch out for one another,
For fiery family faieries are all that we gots to hold it together,
Stuck on you like Elmer´s glue to finger kisses,
Can a kiss make up for lost computer prankster tricky complications,
Did you get the memo left in your back pack,
Before this hobo holy halo holder departed on a one way ticket,
To circumnavigate the globe to find the fabled book of flying,
Fuzzy, fern filled, and full of funky fine feathers,
What characters and chapters have been written encountered,
Passing along the sparkling gem wealth wisdom needed,
To keep trucking down the freedom way of midnight,
Carving through granite cobblestone pathways,
We search for the next destination pit stop,
Meanwhile heat vents flush out the vision,
As we finally rest our bones and rubber souls to do it all again,
Manana.