Waiting is been
Waiting for a word
I Never heard

A word that lie in
between the lines
Of a poem that died

Seconds before it materialized
Like a foreign sound from
An unknown town

-it makes the earth go 'round and
around


A chair in her room was a tower
From where she was watching
She peeled through the window

And spinned
Opened the door, said;
Come inside


Do you see what you like
Do you like what you see

Do you see what you like
Do you like what you see


Come walk with me for a while
My child
There's a word I have heard

And it's deeply absurd
-The rhythm among you and the
rhythm within, have traveled 'long

the same road while you've
wondered where you've been.
The seed of an old star

Is the beat of a new
The stones you choose to turn
Holds the one's the karma about you earn


And if boredom is joy, you're a
Stranger - a toy in

the hands of the few
Of the one's you once knew


If it's all just a game-
Every day remains the same