Opinion is something to be treasured.
Worn thin until it's weathered.
Not left aside on desolate streets.
To be resurected by mindless freaks.

A gentle stream of people
flowing like a river would
flowers on both sides
earth breathing
coincide..
we knew we could
a vast blue sky
filled with birds and ocean life
evolution's true
and the stars at night
bring
a marvelous light
the arm of the milkyway
stretched like one awesome smile
it's my bluebrint of the world
but still it's a raw design

From this perspective,
it's almost like I can see the future.
It's just one busy highway-
An infinite stretch of pavement.
It looks like my veins, and the traffic is your blood.

Side to side of me passes with a blur,
forests to hills, to forests on hills.
I spot the beach and smell that endless surf.
For just a moment, I leave the road
so I can touch the dirt.