I guess its time,
To end this rhyme.
I used to feel,
Oh so sublime.

Like something real,
like something true.
Something I won't,
Find in you.

It's okay,
and it's alright.
Never thought we'd land,
when we took flight.

There's no cause,
to start a fight.
So on I search,
For something right.

Staring through,
My looking glass,
I'm in awe,
As time goes past,

Every day,
Looks like the last,
Yet it flys by,
So very fast,

I walk out,
Into the clear,
Deep in the hills,
With no one near.

I climb the length,
Of the tallest tree,
To the highest branch,
So that I can see,

Everything,
That life can be.
From the sky,
Down to the sea.

Open your mind,
Let it free,
And a world of color,
You shall see.

It can't just be me,
So stuck in the sky,
Were breathing it in,
Just to get by,

As  smiles exchanged,
the stars rearranged,
The feelings we had,
Will cover the page

So don't try and judge,
Or tell me a lie,
All just because,
I learned how to fly.

Take a walk,
In my crazy shoes,
See the reds,
Greens and blues,
All the colors,
in all their hues,

And only you can see it.

Strolling down,
Across the town,
Laughing as I go,
Where I walk in my crazy shoes
Is not for you to know!

I said hi,
To me and I,
and they smiled as I went,
And there they were,
Laughing, Cackling,
Jeering out their hearts content.

But today,
I must concede,
That I may allow,
You to proceed

So take a walk,
behind my eyes,
you may find,
a small surprise,
for I am not,
Comprised of lies,
Although that's what they've told you.  

Take a step,
Right down the hole,
maybe it might,
Swallow you whole,

But if it does,
Then you'll enjoy it,
If you can learn,
How to employ it

Bring it to,
The best of you,
Let your heart,
shine on through,
To only you,
Can you be true.

Don't let a thing destroy it.

As Refugees,
from babylon,
How will we,
ever carry on?
They're wondering,
To where we've gone,

But we're almost home.

We kept on running,
Running on,
Distanced ourselves,
From babylon,
They must have known,
Just where we've gone,

Still we're
running all alone

Hateful hearts,
fast on our track,
They keep on lunging,
Quick to attack,  

Taking cover,
From all the flak,
Keep on moving,
Don't you look back,

Turn away,
And you'll die today,
Then the world forgets,
What you had to say.

Hurt as much,
As it may,
For every man,
Comes the time to pay.

We had Tie Dye hopes,
and hash laced dreams,
Smoke covers up,
Our heartfelt screams.

I was in pain,
and so were you,
That's the only thing,
I feel is true.

Numb me,
Numb me,
Numb me more,
I would smile,
as you'd implore.

My Fingers covered,
in the lightest green,
as I packed the bowl,
for my hippy queen.

Foot thongs,
and dream catchers,
little things,
That ease pressure.

Black leather,
a Devilish smile,
We were happy,
for a while.

The paintbrush generation,
waging war against the canvas,
Of society, so oppressive.
Can our murals speak more than volumes?
Will it be any less impressive?