Psychedelic Kind - By Carroll Bryant (A Poem)

There are days when the sun comes out
And I'm refreshed by the gentlest of winds
There are days when I am so bummed out
And I'm touched by a kiss of the sweetest sin
And some days are just so boring
And some days go by so fast
And some days become my future
And then those days become my past
And some days seem to comfort me just fine
But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby
The days I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind

There are girls I meet and to me they're sweet
And I'm beguiled by the gentleness of love
There are girls that just seem to excite me
And I'm touched by the thought and their care enough
And some girls just seem too easy
And some girls just take too long
And some girls just seem too lonely
And some girls don't get it anymore
And some girls seem to simply blow my mind
But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby
The girls I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind

You can hang me by a thread that dangles from your heart
You can lay me in the shadeness of the trees
You can take me by your hopes and dreams
You can put me to my knees
You can hunger for the breath I breathe
Stay with me and never leave
Any situation suits me fine
But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby
The ways I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind

And some things can get so rotten
And then those things come back around
And then everything's forgotten
And then nothing gets me down
And then anything and everything's just fine
But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby
The things I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind

But if you want to get to the nitty gritty, baby
The world I like? ... I like the psychedelic kind