Birkenstock's and halter tops
no bras no rules free love
drink acid from a tea cup
go naked chase the dove
smoke hash eat Quaalude's
understand my carnal stain
We met at Woodstock and
****** it out in all the rain.

In the end

I know I’ll be compelled

To judge my self so harshly

For all the love that I’ve withheld

The days eyes open

In the field her heart finds peace

  Petals all around