If we never wake, if we break the wings of dreams that fly through fields it'll be soon enough for me,
if we never see the sun set in an orange haze or days that spin like cricket ***** on village greens it'll be soon enough for me.
I want my El Dorado in a half pint glass, not enough to pass around and just enough for me, I've found that selfishness is less of less and more of self.
I listen to the radio, a solo show and I know that I get the best of it, TV is not for me, far too many looking in and advertising this and what and what's it for if not for show unlike the radio which in my case is an old one in a old state when solid state was the buzz, when trannies were to listen to and not you know who, but who knows now and anyhow no one cares.
If we had shares in a conception where ideas were the norm and not the exception it'll be soon enough for me.
When I wonder and I wonder why I wonder sometimes if the wanderer in me has ever tried to set down roots, if in the mind that treads with soft soled shoes or heavy boots there is a place for a traveller to rest his frame or is it that within the mind it's just like life, no breaks, no quarter given just a move on, hurry up and vacate the seat, I wonder but it has me beat and if I'm beat it'll be soon enough for me.