Out below dream mountain a dream ghost rider roams just sense of clear true starlight no gods or status domes.. path found with a sense of dream.. high above the mist.. toys of man cannot and can
a love none will resist..
Man in mind looked for a sign that settled into thought.. looking deep no mercy there not of sold or bought.. respected thus protected soul inside that burns.. in every second every feeling
new things one may learn..
When one becomes the lyric storied by a pen.. thanks for what was done perhaps it may come back again.. sit at home watch what shown on TV this week.. inside argument when it offends heartfelt unique.. will not be in the back seat of your expensive car.. below decks in fancy staterooms sailing tropic stars.. in the country club behind a shrub or in those bars.. riding with a space man on your 1000th trip to mars.. lot of fun to have with toys darling I got wise.. to your love so warm contented
shining in your eyes..
One satisfied feeling.. after making a statement.. a simple gut-felt statement.. is better.. feels healthier than reading research and conclusion.. no matter how important or well done.. Peace T.