I see you as boundless energy
Lost within shades of dark variant watercolors
In order to mold into a Renoir painting
“Bal au Moulin de la Galette, Montmartre”
Is it really that vital to fit in with trapped false joy?
I would rather be like the roaring rivers
Converging in rapid idea streams
Can you feel that mighty presence?
Will you rise above their mental prisons?
Someone has to someday
If you have the order of the equation
Money buys power,
Power corrupted plus war equals more
Then someone will twist the equation to read
War=Money and we lose all our power
The distant future looms
All the forest moves
All my dreams made by muses running through my head
So I’m a running river
Lost amongst rocky cliffs
Turned inside out to find what’s inside
All my muses running through my head
If you are boundless energy
Then stop assuming that you are pointless
For energy cannot be stopped
Energy cannot be destroyed
You are who you want to be
A rebel at heart for all to see.