I am a keeper
There are others like me

Always observing

I went on a relaxing drive that evening
I saw the man in the second floor of his expensive home

This memory so clear

Some are tuned in to the television

I am tuned in to Earth

I will often drive my car
Observing, listening
A man on his rocking chair
In his living room
An old woman makes her way through the kitchen
A woman pulls up to her home

These are all scenes
Memories in my mind
And they are mine
I keep the times

Mother earth
Ancient mother

This planet is a great mystery
This life is like a waking dream

I walk alone

The seeker
The keeper
For what I am seeking I do not know
I do not think it can be found on Earth

The keeper of the times

Reach out to me
Squeeze my hand
Yes, its nice to be touched sometimes

Or perhaps a friendly hug

This life is quite lonely
Nobody told me
I am learning that for myself

The therapist
I doubt she understands
She is kind
But I doubt she understands

Perhaps I will go on a walk
Up that street
To the Iron Gates
Of The Monastery

Wandering, wandering
More times
I am keeping the times

Observing, watching, listening
There is a great beauty
In this way

And I am so tired
It must be life that makes me eternally tired
On and on I walk
Thousands of miles

I would only ask for a bit of bread perhaps
Or a cup of water

I am a kind hearted soul
I will compliment you

Yes there is not enough time
Only time for love
Love overcomes all

All my friends are successful
And they have their money
And their career

My friend seemed annoyed when I called him
As if I was bothering him
It's okay
It's no problem

I am not rich
I do not have a girlfriend
I do not have many friends

But I have the times
I have learned to enjoy the times
This is all I have right now

I enjoy the big picture
That is why I go on my drives
That is why I go on my walks

Strange, how I can only be in one place at one time
Taking pictures with my mind

I am an earth body
I have a sense for things
A sense for the situation
I am watching
Yes I am watching

Earth is a strange and mysterious place
Can you hear my hiking sticks hitting the pavement on the street?
The times, the times, I love the times
Here I come
I am the keeper