A Little Taste

Do you want a glimpse, of what's in my mind?
Well follow me closely, let us see what we find.
There sits a lion, with its fur that's coal black,
just follow the blood river it will keep you on track.
And, see flying low, over the acid filled lake?
its the chronic dragon, dropping weed in its wake.
Now, we are coming to a very special place,
it should ensure us a nice change in the pace.
A field of magic shrooms all purple and white,
it only takes one to get you felling right.
The dark place over there you don't want to go,
for it's filled with things I don't even know.
That little glimmer is my happiness and hope,
and all the grayness in between is the way that I cope.
So thanks for the visit drop back by any time,
and we'll sit back and not worry about reason or rhyme.