I feel myself slipping,
I fear that my grip
Has come loose, as I
Look at my life, and
I see it confined,
By a noose,

That prevents me, from,
Being the one that I am, as
I'm swept 'round by forces,
I can't see, and don't understand,

Where is love?
Where is truth, or
That wonder
We find
In our youth?
Can you tell me.
Where days go,
What life is, and
What is your proof?
Do we die, with
That question,
That burns
On our lips,
Is it clear,
Who we are,
Where we're going, and
What it is, that
We hold dear?

Can I live, for one day,
That these notions of,
Status will not interfere?
Or when men, do not
Drown all their sorrows,
In whiskey and beer?

Won't you,
Feed me
Your dreams, and
We'll bathe
In the essence
Of love, as
We soar peaks majestic, and
Ride on the wings of
White doves
Through space, and
Through time,
Without pennies,
or dimes
We'll sing songs, and
Write rhymes of
The wealth,
That we
Find in
The health of
Our minds.