Flying low scrawling like so
Unplugged [no hearing aid] but totally connected
Rushing blood, ringing in my ears
The wind of inspiration rocking my nuts
Waiting in the shadows of my being
Yearning; to be out, my creative urges
I am not old but rather mature
Static doldrums abound
I am calling out to be found
Longing; dyeing on these barren stones
I can only serve freedom as it were a God
Past dreams are my present
This world is birthing as it should
Evolving, making a mockery of the preordained
Flying over my rainbow
I dont know were the years have gone
But gone they have
So many now, are no more
Are they perhaps locked into a parallel blip in time?
Endless amazing and always inventive
This place called planet earth
Terrafirma behold!
Let me shout across the universe for what it is worth
I have been here
Taken part
Dust to dust, what a blast
