Don't look down as a way
of true living. Don't chase
the neon lights for the
only right answer. The
new moon is ever changing.
The stars are spinning
above. They all want you
to accept their latest
mad offer. So many,
but the answer is who
do you love, not what is
your favorite place to
rest for eternity?
We'll get there, together
or alone. Don't look down
your nose as if that's the
only view worth considering.
Everything is
breaking my heart. Everyone
is breaking my heart.
How can you not see the
cosmic connection in
all those ancient trees? Are
you really that heartless?
Don't look away as if
you cannot see a thing.
You are there among those
on the ground. You are among
those poor souls whipping
around the trunks and limbs,
dancing like a worn thin
purple and gold ribbon
or a wounded warrior
wind. Does it really matter
what form they choose to
show you now of themselves?
You could question every
question and still never
come up with an answer.
Everything is frustrating
my soul. Don't look down
the road longingly if
you've not prepared yourself
to go happy. It's your
funeral. Light rain and
snow. It goes where it goes
to live and to die. Everything
is lighting my
love from within. Everyone
is lighting my love
to shine without. And someone,
somewhere, is playing
that lonely feeling on a
piano for no
one in particular,
but we'll all recognize
ourselves in the pain, its
repetitive melody
haunts us. Because we
know its refrain like rain.