Pick up your feet,
You know, the horizon aches for you.
It seems these days only you notice,
The speckles of the Earth that do not even shine.
You find all that is hidden.
Is it that you seek it?
Does it just happen?
Mother Earth does not care the answer,
Just flattered that you do.
Clear your cluttered mind.
Please cease all these hazey days.
Close your eyes,
Breathe,
What are you to do?
Do not dwell.
'Poo-tee-weet' a bird says to you...
Let it go.
