life – Scriptorium '77

On the Street to Everywhere Else

How can we know
Where the places are
The gardens we like to play in
The heavens we like to see?

Let the fight begin
I told Charon
Took his finger
Showed him the rest of the night sky

targeting the inner self
with feelings from the highest shelf
in a living room of sunsets

feeling close is what i need
having someone to wait for me

Passengers passing by
Some with masks
Some without them
The daylight hits the soul

what are my thoughts
what have I done
when time goes by
my love has gone

There are abandoned places
You can look at them from home
There are abandoned items
Only seen in the wild

Life could be so easy
How many times do we use this phrase
Every week —
Every day —

It’s only water
Dripping along the wall
From the ceiling to the surface below
This constant flow

There was a time in our past / When we were told nothing will last
Forever remains nothing we know / You might throw your memories below