and entertainment? can I not entertain my self enough anymore
To keep It interesting.
Interesting is how familiar my surroundings are,
yet I can notice more depth and color each and every time I stop long enough to look,
to feel the world around me and let it all in.
There are strong urges that makes me pick up the guitar
oh but I can not sing,
There are inspirations that makes me want to go climb a mountain,
oh but I am injured.
How much thinking does it take to think a masterpiece?
So I indulge my senses, all the visuals, all the music, keep listening and looking and dancing, and run.
Feel the heart beat, all my emotions, until I cry once again,
for the love of the land for the crisp woven words being sung in my ears
for the ideas that come out of genius,
recorded and mastered to live forever in the hearts and souls of all who care to listen.
The world can tune in, or tune out, tuning fork of abundance and scorn,
of wild nights, and weary souls, of little things and ribbons, and bombings, and sirens in the night,
and flowers in the springtime and the baby birds in the nest,
The papayas in the trees and the plants that need me in their pots like a lions in a cage,
like the sick tigers in the zoo, and all that makes no scene, in the scheme of it all.
I feel The electricity through the wires that run all the way to Hana,
the hospital beds that are lined up in the east
I knew there was a reason why I kept heading west.
For the lives that are saved and the ones that are dead
For the loved and the hated and the evil the lurks, and I bend and I sway to the world as it turns
And I feel all the pain in my back and pain in my organs as they work so hard
Is it all for the sake of my descendants to come
Will I live long enough to see my sons daughter give birth?
Will I live long enough to see the whole
World explode, will I smile when I die.