When I step foot on the concrete
It seems to dissipate
Sliding back and forth
Everything is on vibrate
The world collapses in
And expands out
There is no peace, no sin
Every whisper is a shout
Echoing

Look up at the sky
And I don't see
I only feel
What is and what can be
Trees reach for me
And I touch them
With fingertips of gold
It's all made of solid gold

And then switch
There is no money
No future of life
Just like pouring honey
It all seems too sweet
Thank you, I think
To myself, no one knows
How grateful or enlightened
I am when reaching for those
Gold trees
With
Gold
Finger
Tips