A Walk On The Mystic Side.

Into the mystic we casually stroll.
All around us we feel its mystical soul.
Colourful colours paint its picture.
A mystical topic is its fixture.
All around birds sing a mystical tune.
As they perch on a pink coloured soft textured sand dune.
Her and i smile a mystical smile.
All around us an unearthly mystical style.
Grass the colour of a blue summer sky.
And through a green coloured sky fish coloured gold do swimmingly fly.
People walk by dressed in rainbow coloured clothes.
A soft textured warm breeze around us gentle blows.
The smell of freshness everywhere to be sniffed.
This is the life everyone should have lived.
A mystical place that’s on par with heaven.
Here there’s no time there’s no o’clock five six seven or eleven.
Her and i head back out to reality.
And now ingrained in our minds is a mystic mentality.