wisdom – Scriptorium '77

through the gates i see my wisdom grow

you have to be patient with yourself
says my Sunday and smiles at me
there might have been a day
where you have been more productive

clouds are for the peaceful minded
for people who are willing to look up
and those who don’t think blinded
because with open eyes the world’s up

I like it here
With my wisdom in a sphere
Of blue and green
Haven’t you seen

You say
You’re putting all of your wisdom
Into a nutshell
You try to be precise

Crawling through the gates of freedom
Sneaking back to hold your breath
Shadows in the trees unfolding
While the memories tend to fade

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

You know / I don’t know
If you know / That I know

I’m surfing on the edge of time / Holy waters making way
Leavin circles on the beach / Forming white absurdities.

I like thunder / I like rain
I like wisdom / That I can gain.

Breathing in like it’s a beam of light
Prepare to fly / Through hidden wisdom;