Thursday, August 6, 2009

Be There

Some of us on this breathing sphere
see things slip and sink.
Some of us on this wet rock
see things climb and expand.

In a polite town is where I reside.
I move and get down to the beats inside,
and live to dream about a worldwide Shakedown-
where hearts and eyes gleam and honest reality is found.

Some of us on this breathing sphere,
hope for shortcuts and sedation.
Some of us on this wet rock,
hope for equality and pretty peace

It beats me how they can continue to fall down
this circling Ferris wheel of anxious frowns.
Roads are often dark and wide, lights bright,
for the old and inexperienced alike.

Some of us on this breathing sphere,
are playing with reverence to our mistakes
Some of us on this wet rock,
are setting off explosions in our minds.

My hand rests upon my finally shut eyes.
At this stubborn sudden moment i realize
I've been getting the shakes and permahigh
and I see now how far out Saturn lies.

Some of us on this breathing sphere,
want to be gone.
Some of us on this wet rock,
want to be there.

RwmG

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