Climbing walls within ones mind
drawing picture out of time,
Music played from which we danced
while senses straying on our advance;
Moon lite valleys within the mind
showing paths that aren't that wide,
Rocks and rubble strew the way
blocking paths to yesterday;
A inclined is traveled that has no end
seeking tomorrow without a bend,
A flight of birds flies into the ground
for the inclines a mountain you can't go around;
Questions are asked in the moment we seek
looking for paths right under our feet,
And the sunshine is tomorrow high over head
where answer are to be found is where we are lead;
I see a beach from the mountains high
watching a bird sour up in the sky,
A dam in the river built beaver strong
and the wind sings with birds all day long;
Yet the asphalt jungle most call their home
breaths fumes of hostility in days we have grown,
The acid rain that falls from the sky
make a sane person sit down and cry;
Rainbows and smog appear in the sky
one is with beauty the other tears in our eyes,
The nerves and fear that wind through the streets
is like a call to nature which some still retreat;
A question is asked to a lone butterfly
of when will it change and the reason why,
It flutters its wings as a sad head shake
that we all make our bed and it is becoming late;
So I pick up the litter and help clean the air
I use no aerosols or synthetic fare,
That can bring on the nightmares
of which may haunt our dreams;
And maybe we'll awaken
in a garden view,
Living a life of innocence
filled with colors so true;
So I walk the shore
of a mountain high,
Watching the clouds
like surf in the sky;
Creating a melody
without any sound,
Touching my feet
on this new born ground;
Awaiting a time
in which peace reigns,
And hoping on hope
we survive life's game.