In the black fog

That’s called night

Filled with shadows

And clouded with mystery

I find dark delight

With a scary fright

A dream within a dream

Or maybe it was real

Glowing flowers in my eyelids

Blue rain from the cieling top

It was so fine that I couldn’t feel

And I wondered what’s the deal

Then I’m walking in mushroom fields

That tasted so very sweet

The mushrooms sang a tune for me

And danced around so happily

While my sorrows were getting beat