'So the outlaws slew off city walls and clasped as one mighty hand
And sin became sainthood all across the land
The poor were not hungry and the storekeepers ran...'
Dreamt a life, lived a Dream, of one journeying man
Whose mind, heart, and soul traveled horizons in span
The settling dust of revolutions bang...
'That moment, that lucidity, forever' he sang
Then a restless hypocrisy crawled out as a snake on the sand
And in one dreary echo this epiphany rang:
More likely than not we'd all be drops of rain
Not snow flakes or ice patterns on window panes
If even a rebels Dream was a world that became
As one lone novelist with six billion pen names
So perhaps there's just one war in which we all were slain
And the mute on the corner had nothing to say
But if I listened close on that blasted day
I'd step out of my boots and just let the note wane
....
As grass grew between concrete on the roads of my brain
I know that I'd rather not be one
In a sacred spiral I'll have my views spun
But I know I'd rather not be one
Maybe it's a fear of falling into the sun
But I know I'd rather not be one
Let my lightning strike rods, let me make mistakes
Let me stake out the gods, and I'll rake all my bones
In the process of bringing them home
I'd rather weep floods on Earth than oceans on Mars
Suffer with me closer not farther apart
For rising waters hold answers, not land afar
Phone the residence, phone the president, phone the czar
And the preacher's stone voice he's been calling to me
I laugh as I say 'beliefs not so bad kept in bags of tea
Just don't let it steep too long or you'll be bitter like me
Remember that smile that lit your face at age three
And don't let it go for all you think you can see'
Between Egypt's lost library and your own lost car keys
I swore there was something elucidated by autumnal breeze
And I could not have left, but oh, I let it leave
I start to recall but it all turns to mist
In power, in form, in fact, it may not exist
So I turn from my thoughts, and I see without wit
That the moon light on river never shone quite like this
Mitochondria and nuclei, they toasted to this
And their wine was the last puzzle piece for the Dreamer to fit
But the universe quenched its thirst and so held a frown
Cried floods that washed away time,
Cry away sight
Cry away sound
Then nothing held nothings hand just so it wouldn't drown
So the stars hung around, hung around
Yes, the stars hung around, hung around...
Perched on the starboard we watch light dance, river roiling
All the while, a billion callused hands below deck are rowing
And the debutantes above us cast away light with their lotion
Then a hand from a Dream tapped us all on our shoulders
It summoned such commotion! Seems our synapses faltered!
The rowers jumped ship and swam for the ocean
The debutantes could not look at the splintering oars
Because they knew that the sight returned them to all fours
The captain stole away on the only lifeboat he had stored
But he did not know how to swim when his vessel was swarmed
And our peers on mid deck, gave a frown or a tear
Perhaps threw a life preserver if one was near
Most could not know, just what to expect
"Is it over? Is it over?" a grown voice wailed from top deck
You stare in my eyes
Your legs struggle to stand
My eyes stare at a pair, a woman and man
Lopsided in sideways waterfall strands
Paddling ocean-bound, with their two children in hand
"Will you remember?" you ask me, "How the light shines now on this river?"
"This moment, this lucidity, forever" I answer
We grab hands and fall overboard as two stars from a dipper
Overboard, into Sols reflection and the water would not ripple
While most onlookers will tell you that we must have drowned
Though we made no sound, we hung around
We hung around
The journeying man awoke
The snake turned to rope
And the mute in the corner
Still never spoke
The outlaws wore ties
The debutantes went broke
And the stone voiced preacher never did hear this joke
What was, was not really
What is, never will be
And what will be? What was?
Who knows?
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