Each morning, awaken to find,
What's going-on in-side,
The magic ride
The roller-coaster
Or burnt toast in-side
The toaster.
Who is to say
What is Right
What is Wrong
Who listens to glistening
Bird Songs.
Who decides
What I Think
Who decides
When I sink
Who made up
Who fell down
Who looked all a round
The circle dance
The square dance
The happen chance
We all fall down
Who gets ill
Who gets better
Who gets de press ed
The un-welcome letter
Who am I
To think
I know
Who am i
When I let go
Who is left
When All is G one
Who is The Bird
Singing This Song
I am a Wake
Mourning this morning
I am a live
This morning is calling
Who is The Sun
Appearing to Rise
A mechanical miracle
In chem-trail skies
What a surprise
To feel that I Am
This planET revolving
A round GoD's Great Plan
The grass is greener
On the Other side
Its harder to Fall
When I slip and I slide
I pick up the pieces
Of a shatter mirror
I pick up my arrows
Put them back in my quiver
Each thought is an arrow
Shooting star in the air
Each arrow that flies
Must arc down to despair
Thoughts are like sparks
Re-leased from The Fire
Each thought in a Body of a funeral pyre.
This morning I Am
Mourning despair
Yesterday not tomorrow
Life is un-fair
Who made dead die
Who made the Life live
Who made The Error
Who teaches to for-give
Who is Eternal
Who is infernal
Who is deciding
Who is to Judge
Who is to Rule
Who will not budge
To weigh and measure
To suffer-not, pleasure
Life like a river
Flows down to the Sea
But Springs rise from under, Eternally.
I am alive now
My Past Lives forgot
Who else can say
What "i" can not?
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