Rambling on

And Then
Mr. big Ben
My empire State
You know it’s a thin Line
Between love and Hate
As we grow Amidst,
Within us grows Extinct
So we Hide
Behind watchful Eyes
Of a Fox
In a Forrest
On a Park
Skipping to Land
On Land
From Tree
To a shining Tree
To Root
To branch Again
It is them I never Understand


For a warm Breeze
You Wait.
But, I say onto You,
Awaken,
Make a Stand,
Although Alone,
For the Day
To ascend Home
To Holy Land
Where mountain kissed Sea
And Prophets preached to Thee
My resting Place
Is "our" Place
For four Years
Yearning to Understand
Eyes locked Open
Forever Regarding
Forever "Cant"