In space time trick of living
There are many rows of windows
With no glass that yawn despairingly
At the dancing ghosts of time
Who parade into the light and fade;
In slight movement they appear
Then as quickly they disappear,
A pleasant smile a word for the ear
Caresses space a thousand light years
Is nothing more that travelling inside,
You are the driver that wants a ride
Into the past present and future.
I am the captain of a ship looking for
A coastal paradise or beach shore
Where the sorcery of life relaxes more
For in the space time magic of life
Not all is running, pushing and strife.