a choir of souls
both young and old
play in pig pen of own making
Pisces was long
we sang drunken songs
while mapping religion's forsaking
rough is this school
when leaders are tools
in service to shadow deception
say your goodbyes
while leaving night
a new dawn rises before us
pack lightly the past
so steep is our path
remember we've been here before
choose wisely each day
learn gratitude and pray
serving Source nothing more
much thanks to old friends
loved now and then
to find me knock at my door.
Day Gun
