ode to nambassa
when peace is in the stars when gently wished on though we don't know which we wish upon: on whose whim? how vast the galaxys yet much love in one fragment,also that of hatred in one segment: take the cosmos train,drive the holy bus over the fields and plains make the flowers spurt forth with no pain make them satisfied with no thirst, but leave a little room for us: to get by make tears not wasted when there need to be shed is then trusted,dont keep dry the furroghs on your eyes youve kept sparse,on a dream you've slept on;that you arnt who you are there need to be wet is more fortunate for us yet as is your smile always peeping the grimmace on your third eye keep your flock or wander off dont ask more man leave that to peace and leave it to earth and us: as that's all we've got and all we trust