I walk the spiritual path
Echoing voices of the past
dancing thru my mind,
A deep rapport of mutual feelings of love respect and trust,
The swirls of arms and chests and legs turning twisting and dancing.
Drawn to the season that lingers in the air,
If I grow up I want to be a lullaby
It's impossible for me not to see their parasitism, lining the streets like lice, crawling their lifelines.
If I grow up I want to be a hammock