Stop the World
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Stop the world I want to get off
For I hear my father in my cough
My life was carved in words now worn
On the altar stone when I was born
Stop the world enough’s enough
Of collecting all this material stuff
That builds around me like a tomb
And turns the sunlight into gloom
I want to die and be born anew
So I do not do what others do
I want a path to love not war
A paradise on a far off shore
Stop the world I want to try
And look around with a baby’s eye
And smell the scent of a thousand flowers
And sleep below a broad leafed tower
At home among the fur and wings
Of a thousand living breathing things
To be a feral wandering soul
Without a sense of aim or goal
Stop the world I want an end
Of seeing what is round the bend
All I want is to be known
For words in water not in stone