I can tell you I have woken up many a day
And questioned the point
the point of it all
Freedom sought I
Found it in a way I sought not
And now I wait for the end of it all
It is raining outside
It feels so good
Can I find a feeling better than this say my I
Words are commentary
A real one flight catch where I
If us lost ones could only find each other
But wait
Before you do something crazy
And think point not
I tell you point there is
Fist-knuckle the pain
There are things to be made
You see the sordid I see
It sneems a pittance you could be in
this brash world of nothing propriety
But please listen
Let us walk
There is a hocus-pocus to this world
Don’t let trite words
Eliminate the power of a trillion neurons bouncing in your brain
waiting to see what they came to be
Let us see what we can create
Forget what you see through your eyes
The true world is a love of the neverending kind
A passion that transverses galaxies
smiles
love
giggles
don’t take thos words as arbitrary
it is how our heartbeats
Childish desire it
We desire child too
And kill with ordinary
Read understand we on neuron plain
As children we did the same
Please wait a minute
There is something for you to create
That is why you hate it all
Because you know you must change it all
And the strength seems to take your all
The world is wrong
That’s what makes you feel wrong
Your feeling is right
You are the master of what you are to do
Forge
So there is never an end of it all
Only a path to the galaxies
Of wonders that shall never cease
Life is on Earth a beginning
Joti Heir
