I take the red corridor
It leads to the blue hall
Blue fountain, blue whale
And sparkles best of all.
But what I know I really want
Is not the fruit of desire
Just a constant green of life
Which cycle grows yet higher.
Jim and his Basement found the red
And amused us with its fire;
The secret of the perfect creation
Grows mentally with its trial.

Deal in the currency of the mind
Finding the attraction;
What does it take to just do
The self-decided action?