The notes lay beside the pile
Like a pavement near the sky
The sun rises on the east side
Like an apartment on the Upper East side on high rise
My desires are many and sensual
When will they make their mark
I live in a time where the stark appetite of a tiger and fish
Like peace and war cannot co exist
But they do so well in the crawling ground of forests
Maybe we can go back to old times
Or we can forgot about the rivers
Have you ever seen the rain fall on the caboose of a banyan tree
The leaves of the pine trees often flutter on a hillside
The spines have become sculpted into architecture
Like the frieze on the Greek columns resources from gold mines
Can we go back to the past
Where we weren't dying or living
Or when we never met
This is where I make my mark and stand my place