It is not suppose to be what it is, but it is what it is anyway
Do you ever think about what it is not
The way you wish it could be
Do you ever try to make it that way
Someplace inside where it can be, if only for night’s day
We greet each other in a most familiar way
How are – how is – I wish are more than things we say
The colors of the rainbow join with black and red
The walk in white is open to all, but closed to none
Who you share is not the more to the honesty
It is never to be with whom down I lie
But with the one that is the me when I rise
And that in all that the day holds in another this I do not deny
Come way with me my old friend fear
You are the one to greet the awakened one with doubt
And stardust for my open eyes (sands of forgotten times left to be)
It is not my walk to go down that way
But it can never be my walk to look away
Walt’s young one is not mine
But the calling of my reason and the freedom in my rhyme
© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.