You have Zonked and so shall I

You have zonked and so shall I,
A non-committed way to die.
Away from this world and into the next,
Where reality will far from object.
A land where trees are pink and roses green,
Where birds laugh and elephants preen.
Where a rustling wind blows through my hair,
And a queer lady at me does stare.
Where mountains seem to grow beneath,
The earth's crust amidst all its heat.
Where I'm at peace to sing and dance,
Talk, love, frolic and prance.
You have zonked and now so shall I,
Oh, this non-committed way to die.