Sail away through the oceans, fly from the trees.
Walk till your path leads to nowhere but here.
Don't pick every flower that tempts by your feet,
Or have all the scenery become the seer.
June ripens to July, and bears fruit near the fall.
While the wise become wiser, sharing what they saw,
So listen with your eyes; watch where the words go.
Repeat what you've learned and what's already known.
Bad things will happen and sad things will come,
To prevail is unknown and what's done will be done.
All the ashes have withered, from what once roared with fire.
Collect all the peace with a healing desire.
A question and an answer , is there much of a difference?
We take all that seems true along with what nonsense.
If people are who they say then they can be anything.
A distant lie, far away bells softly jingling.