Down a trail that never failed something known as good.. spent three days a’wandering in dewy sunspot wood.. met a friend or two.. saw a skunk.. a possum small.. spoke though not a word was heard.. a child’s love to recall..
Came upon an empty town where miners mined for coal.. looked up to the once blue sky movement saw a foal.. back in time? never run backward on this world.. another day that suffers from the fools and foolish hurled..
All after the great delusion.. again again denied.. time when species sold their own.. forgot what laughed.. what cried.. time when wheel rolled.. time when home heat understood in fire.. mankind absolute.. laughs or will cry.. as truth to liar..
Your skin is of high pigment.. where from do you hail?.. seems we think a lot alike.. I love to walk and sail.. see life free I will be as my clock unwinds.. we have a moment here to laugh.. a truth to share.. be kind..