When I was just a little kid,
I always ran away and hid,
Because I wanted to be free,
Just the planet earth and me.

My parents though, would not let me go.
They claimed it wasn’t supposed to be so.
And I believed them for awhile,
For I was only a gullible child.


We all should be giving,
Lending a helping hand.
We all could be living
Off the fat of the land.

In your moment in infinity,
So great would be the difference,
To awaken and be free,
With pride in mere existence.

Citizens of the state,
With your destinies foretold;
Protectors of the fortress gate,
Your minds are bought and sold.

Tell me honored citizenry,
Is it pleasant being asleep?
Is it comfortable in captivity,
Within this flock of sheep?

You go to the schools
And plan your life,
Then follow the rules
And contract a wife.

Now, I can plainly see,
Having opened my eyes,
Most of what was told to me,
Was not the truth, but lies.

Without a plan, I begin,
Like windblown sand,
To blow with the wind
Off the fat of the land.


Crazy and confused,
We win and lose,
Accepting despair,
And do not choose
To be aware
Enough to care
About the condition
We are really in.


I think about all of us,
Being pulled about the sun.
We can’t get out, so realize,
There is no place to run.

There is no doubt, all we do,
Has already once been done.
No end can come to a universe,
When nothing was ever begun.

Stranded here, we must accept
Every inch as our home.
Far and near do not exist,
No matter where we roam.

We are the owners of nothing,
And by nothing are we owned.
One for all or all for nothing,
No one lives to die alone.


Sometimes I used to fear
I was only just barely here.
Then came a day, when I could see,
All that was heard, very soundly,
And feel what was seen around me.

So while the sun is shining
With the stars in the skies,
I balance my weight
On the planet as it flies,
Then take hold of an ancient sea
And ride it through eternity.

This year I’m awake
And riding on a train,
Hoping the tracks lead me
Away from the smoggy rain.

For now I’ll keep on rambling,
Stopping when I see a friend;
Passing away each moment of the day,
As though it will never end.