Peyote's Frost

The yellow wood is full of dreams,  
I tend to have when I sleep,
deep roads diverged in front of me,
'But wait' I,
shout to the other me,
"I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep",
a man he looked at me,
with chicken beaks for feet,
does he know visions that I see,
I mean he seen the vison of the green,
he thinks it's all just energy,
For helping mother,
'nature's first green is gold",
An ancient light leads me,
down the path so I must keep,
Going until I laugh so hard,
tripping over my face,
my mind opened and promised me,
to keep A long journey,
ahead of me,
but at last, I passed right out and from there I fell asleep.