The music was loud.
The people were free.
The best people around,
were the hippies.
Politics.
Drugs.
Just free expression.
Just wanting to start,
our own revolution.
All love, no hate.
All brought together as one,
it must have been fate.
Discrimination,
Frustration,
All formed as a nation.
A social experiment,
“new reality”,
Can anyone really define gravity?
Philly, Seattle,Portland, L.A.,
The worst violence seen, is what it became.
Love was free, and we would share with a stranger,
but not everyone agreed, so then there came anger.
Psychedelic drugs,
They let you expand the mind, not make you a thug.
Because when the Beatles sang “All You Need Is Love”,
they were right, and everyone sung.
Strawberry Fields Forever man, that was the dream,
But what you think you want, isn’t always how it seems.
A Whiter Shade of Pale, to stand out even more,
The typical life style, just became a bore.
Like Bob Weir said, “...Haight-Ashbury was not about drugs. It was about exploration, finding new ways of expression, being aware of one’s existence.”
What truth in his words?
‘Cause after all,
happiness is found in the beauty and the essence.