Dust,

Looking for mountains to climb,Peaks of imagination, to clearTo do some good,To change the dance,To sing our song,Promote our stance.Do you think we still have a chance?Perhaps, maybe it’s not too late,The last thing you lose is Hope,So well hidden in Pandora’s box,But still the best we’ve got,We are Americans, we don’t give up!

It gushes forth,Obedient, to no rule,It’s some undefinedForce,That does it.Like the unravelingOf a golden spool,Could it be Love,That does it?

You have to hear it,You have to feel it,In your heart so tenderly,Where it will stay forever,In beauty and purity,Softly singing,Its immortal melody.

So much at stakeAnd yet!Like dogs chasing,Chasing their tailsIn the abusiveWorld of Politics,Nothing newUnder the sun,The same lies and abuse,The same disregard,For Citizens and CountryBeing served, poisonous hashOn a, no burgerEmpty, stale, abusive BunNo, ladies and gentlemenNothing new, under the sun!

Living way into the clouds,Swaying Words, not clear nor loud,Dreaming, things will one day change,When they know so very well,Life’s less heaven and more hell.

With yourselfAnd others,What more beautifulOr better meansof CommunicationBetween life’s lovers.