Morning Lyric 2

Morning Lyric 2

A bird hit me on my flight now grounded
The merry walks through the crowd of fake saints seem a dream only
I see my dipping shoulder in reality crossing street junctions
Drowsing among the herd of activated manmachines
I dreamt of an embrace that’ll take 1000 light years
I stumbled upon a stone and it smiled green
Poet, burn down your wings when you know its fake!
Come on, walk, learn the trick of resting head on your own shoulder!
You’d gone too far in the world of absurd to take the real
Lettin’ passion overpower sense of reasons—now banished—
A king without a kingdom a joker without audience and patron –
Turn your head look behind
You still lived the lives of a tree and rolling stones!
I’ll miss your company, cosy river, you’re on your own course
And ‘m going back to the woods
Here in the joy of discovering you I’d lost myself
Now in the blue sky I see my hanging legs from a dead tree
The dawn is rising, shadows reducing in length and shape
Calm down, man, relax, smell the earth,
Atop the heaps of despair there are summits so high
One has to rest breathe think take short strides
Friend! man was never made to fly!