This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own