Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my america
a crossroads
a moon -

I never dreamed of living there
somebody else dreamed that
somebody sang it
somebody was the paper the notes were
scribbled down on -

it's moving so fast
nobody can keep
up with it

the train roars
every car empty

a yes but ...
& just a yes -

let the grass grow
let the painters paint

not my station
along for the ride
no need for disguise

nice follow up Jude

i love this passage to another perspective- that lives merge-

a yes but ...
& just a yes -

let the grass grow
let the painters paint..

Yes, my friend, lov e it.

Thx folks