Eternal Questions
Forget the frenzied masses, clinging to the time,
forget the closed in spaces,
and all the shut down minds,
Walk not on crumbling concrete paths,
which may have served us well,
for what we build up, can entrap us in
a psychic shell,
Ride high on wings of ecstatic dawn,
and glide on currents of the pure light,
there's no reward like trying to fly up to the sun,
Gardens of the super-mind, glowing in eternal fields of light,
swirling realities entice us on, the splendor of synaptic morning's dawn,
As we're hurtling to the future, to a wondrous,
golden age, we must remember where we came from,
or at least try to engage,
In the shadow of an astral plane,
at least we'll try!
nice tune andrew , nice listen