Up To The Top Floor

One room
One wall
with a window
a place to draw
good light and a view
of the moon.

leaves dew
on a nearby hill
birds, mice and bees
and some things no one can see
the wind pushes through the plants
blows the evening's pollen into the air
its a free trade zone
free for everyone
except you.

up to the top floor
through a hole in the ceiling
tear with hands and heart
its just a feeling
climb into the sky
but you could be more

got tired of what
I became while sleeping
covered with a golden age
and some dust
a lifetime of gathering days
counting every heart beat waiting
I like to dream a lot
got over feeling bad about that

press an image through a computer's brain
try to break through to people with something pure
threw out all the ideas of the past
be there in the future
the name and the flesh
together with
some dancing.