I 've seen many wondrous images
I've seen people rambling and spouting philosophy
They’re at the pinnacle and on the bare underside
None of that means much in the grand scope of our lives
I’m not looking for rewards and things held in hand
That’s not the highway my soul forever wanders
Tell me mister, what does that mean?
What I’m telling you, my good friend
Is to open your ears to hear
And watch the corner of your eye
It's not our reason for living, my dear brother
To attach ourselves to the material world
We're merely in a transient state of waiting
What surrounds us, is but an illusion
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
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