I knew there must be an end, but no beginning
like an unremembered birth
doors would close and some would open,
the tingle rushing in my skin was the clue to the key
I found the key, but had no lock
I heard the call of the wild,
I knew I was the call.
And sitting here, sweating,  
I got no where to go
strumming my guitar and letting her sing,
her voice is getting to be so pretty now,
these dreams with long tails,
they keep coming true one day at a time,
sitting back and marveling at the unfolding of time,
and these late summer flowers come into bloom,
so different then their springtime brothers,
they wait, slow grow in the sun,
and pop
when all else seems like its on the way out,
that moment at the height, the zenith before the fall,
right before the harvest,
we take stock of another season,
our golden days, in that golden hour,
a campfire illuminating the forest like a blazing pagan temple hall,
I’ll smoke and pass it around man,
I'll smoke and pass it around,
pretty blonde lady, little sea sailor girl,
sings me some jazz,
she joins her friend with armpit hair in a harmony,
she offers me whiskey from a flask
so I can sing some jazz too
And we all just show up on this mountain side,
we all just show up, without a beginning,
forgetting about a far off end
We the lucky ones, who set ourselves free