The path

The path
on which the poets walk
is quaking quite quickly..
Upon the faces of
frightened spirits
the glaring emptiness
makes them seem so sickly.
But every soul
is shown the secret
of the stars
shining within.
How many of us
have seen this spectacle?
See the shimmers
and see zen.

Confusion
will be cast out of us
while we crawl
through the cosmos carelessly
If we care though
we must all choose to be free
"But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.."

Between the lines
Of every page
Thy soul sings songs
and shares stories,
we're shown the sacred
visions and eternal glories.
"Knowledge is a deadly friend"
If we don't speak from the soul
this short strange life slips out of control

The path
on which the poets walk
is quaking quite quickly..
Upon the faces of
frightened spirits
the glaring emptiness
makes them seem so sickly.
But every soul
is shown the secret
of the stars
shining within.
How many of us
have seen this spectacle?
See the shimmers
and see zen.

Confusion
will be cast out of us
while we crawl
through the cosmos carelessly
If we care though
we must all choose to be free
"But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.."