Is this what all the prophets once did say?
Will the future thank us for not coming out to play?
But the animals did and the air became clear as glass
It didn’t take long, we all changed how we lived
But how long can a wanderer dream alone?
Is it enough, living with paintings or a guitar’s lonely tone?
What’s stopping you from traveling the trips of your mind?
For those who never have, tell them how you once lived
I can still walk in the sunshine
Hear a whippoorwill pierce the night
The food tastes good, your love feels right
Nothing’s changed, I finally noticed it today
Did you think we’d be happy anyway?
It’s not hope, it’s the burning expectation
Being something we’re not, a new revelation
Like sleeping through the night, without dreams
Only knowing tomorrow is not how we lived
Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on April 21, 2020:
Thank you Joanie! It's a comment on finding a way of life no matter the circumstances.
Joanie on April 18, 2020:
Very nice! Discovering ourselves and those we live with in a very different way. We have to make it good.