Waiting is been Waiting for a word I Never heard A word that lie in between the lines Of a poem that died Seconds before it materialized Like a foreign sound from An unknown town -it makes the earth go 'round and around
A chair in her room was a tower From where she was watching She peeled through the window And spinned Opened the door, said; Come inside
Do you see what you like Do you like what you see Do you see what you like Do you like what you see
Come walk with me for a while My child There's a word I have heard And it's deeply absurd -The rhythm among you and the rhythm within, have traveled 'long the same road while you've wondered where you've been. The seed of an old star Is the beat of a new The stones you choose to turn Holds the one's the karma about you earn
And if boredom is joy, you're a Stranger - a toy in the hands of the few Of the one's you once knew
If it's all just a game- Every day remains the same
