Some day my hair
Will be less like the trees
And more like
The moon and stars
(Well –what’s wrong with that
I’d like to know
Because a commercial
Told you so?)
Some day my blood
Will run deep to the sea
Reclaim
Relinquish
My life here on earth
(Well –what’s wrong with that
What is it you fear
Because a blind hyena
Preached at you my dear?)
Some day my flesh
Will feed a bird or flower
A bloom of new life
That’s nothing to do with
money
salvation
indoctrination
“power”
Some day my bones
Will root beneath the trees
My fingers belonging
In the cool embrace of earth
Will my soul some day
Float above the clouds
Return to the All I know
Awaiting home
Some day I’ll see
There’s nothing but
To Be
What more do we really need
Let’s look around with Love
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