So here I sit on a throne most high,
a "Yertle the Turtle" set up in the skies,
when I'd more comfortably be down
in the mud, with lotus and ibis, and humanity's
crud... the people are humble in an every man's
should.
You are what you think in the thick of the wood.
Oh, hello helicopter I see your flight
and I salute you in your newsworthy plight.
You give good nightmare in the dark of the night.
" Luke, I am your father"... still gives me a fright.
You are not my mother, you are not... you aren't light.
Deep breath, it's alright.
The buses and masses are busy below,
living life's agenda... as if they didn't know.
All waiting and breathing for a star spangled show.
My heart will survive me, it's this life that is hard
as I wander and wonder what to be of this bard...
it's not paradise lost, it's a reality reward.
The bodhisattva comes to feel
all the human suffering she cannot heal.
We are all One in our humble heart,
a free bus line for all, in my town
is a very good start!
