I dream of a day
when we are freed from greed
We take not what we want
But we have what we need

I dream of a day
When hope is planted like a seed
It grows and spreads like a forest fire
It shows the path before us
And gives us desire

I dream of a day
When we meet violence
With broken silence
When we treat indifferance
With dicern
And through tolerance
We learn

I dream of a day
When we treat others with care
When we begin to love
And we begin to share

That day has come
My will is done
I am getting little and giving some
I am hopeful without doubt
I am not waging war with word
I am chosing to listen and not to be heard
I am tender and I am kind
I am giving in to surrender
instead of drawing a line
I am loving in the indignation of hate
I am creating a concious fate

across the timeless
shimmering blindness
oceans of our love
we melt in mindless
liquid and spineless
dying in our love
drifting
floating
waves eroding
Sunlight of our love

in death we are freeing
the core of our being
transcending blood and bone
our bodies now rust
in a cosmic gold dust
as we dance upon sea
air
and stone

As I walk
A twig would trip me up
I'll never get where I'm going
With even molehills as mountains
And it rips me up
It tears away at me
Like my insides still are bleeding
From a trauma
My mind forgot

As I sail
This twisted ocean
My transistor radio
Sends me signals from sirens
Until I have to find an island
That once I reach
I'll never return
I want to hear that song
And I'll die happy

And as I fall
I only hope I'm lucky enough
To miss the ground
And start to fly

A whisper inaudible
Left to the night
Falls not upon
Listener
Expressing delight
A secret
Meant not to be kept
But not intended to be shared
Is left to listless apathy
As noone cared
We all say things
That nobody hears
Hushing our shame and fears
Thinking shyly of dreams
In the silence
I can hear our screams

Make good
And give due
Learn to let go
And go through
Be true
Be kind
Be merciful
Not blind
Have faith
Let action over come doubt
Think of how to make do
And dont worry of going without

I tend to over think
I tend to over stay my welcome
I tend to over drink
I tend to over share
I tend to over speak
I tend to over bear
I tend to over care
I tend to over do everything,
but what needs to be done
Often enough
I tend to over come