So silent and tranquil
the world we should be.
No killing of wars.
No failing to see.
Our own desolation
and pain we create.
Ones greed over money,
our willing to hate
No man lives in peace...
no changes are made!!
The world we will ruin,
and make her it's grave.

1976

And so I wander through the world.
Sometimes sluggish, sometimes dancing.

But always with my head in the clouds.
Thoughts are free.

Some of them remain.
Some of them blowing in the wind.

the irrelevancy of this day
blots the Sun
with the suffocating light of indifference

the urge to scream is often there
just below that inane giggle
that maniacal grin

that ever recurring crystalline voice
whispering from the lips of a fading thought
'we are all undeniably
irrevocably
lost'