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