too close
too far away from what will be

I cannot say for sure
for flowers never faded where
no foot has trod

And deep beneath the waves
are a million different spectrums of a flying color's
Dream

Bound up in my heart I feel it stirring
whirring
flipped out before the hindsight of a thousand years
And yes, I think, he knows what's best

For us
for you and me

Green hills never died for lack of laughing but our hearts aren't grass and smiles are a dime a dozen
at all the places no one ever goes

Joy is free.
Unless you want to say contentment
is a tax

But then again, why not