Easy words come to me,

As I breathe out thousands of bits of flame,

It isn’t hard to be normal, just _be_,

Just be, and suddenly no one is to blame.

Cartwheeling, grinning, free-falling,

And for some weird reason,

Status Quo thinks we’re appalling,

And our lives are worse than treason.

I never thought I’d be like this,

So free, joyous, peaceful and it’s so _easy_,

It’s so easy, this _mindful_ bliss,

And geez, normies think we’re sleazy!