To thine own self be true

No truer word hath been spoken

For where does honesty come from

Honestly

Where does it grow from?

In what world can a person be true

That others would know it is you?


Remove all doubt that a person is a person

Then we have automatons

But those jobs are being replaced

For all those who like a yes man

I agree

In a world of harmony

Can there also be love

A story

A magical beauty

Of this I am sure

Is not an eccentric idea

To that accept that which is different

As opposed

Usually it is that kind of reaction

That objection reaction creates with destruction

So boring yet violent

So then be quite

Blend in

Find your place

Make no waves

Oh what a wonderful place

Yet I know that you know that I know

That we all love a good show.

I go

For all my heart is curious

Places with places within places

Setting out for little important gestures

The waves carry me into the land of the free

East of Eden.

In the love of trees

The priest bows to one knee

He is feeling the love of God

He feels

And the sun gets higher 

Cool mixes with warmth

The infinite jesters dance into the distance

And he sits and ponders

Life has a way with the wanderers

It is sun splashing waves

There is no escape

No hate

Just the beauty of the trees.

Life is but a dream I say 

I say this loud:

Dream trees

Rising each morning

Rising seeds

Pink Pulsing Heart

The worlds.