Sheepdog

It has been a while

since i wrote of sunshine

of blue indigos, haciendas

games, laughter, no agendas

Now I am a rabid sheepdog

herding cattle through the smog

climbing up the endless hill

chewing on some promised frills

scurrying up home tail between legs

Safe and still before the sunshine ebbs

I am now caught in a toxic swirl

hurtling down in a headlong hurl

frozen at the same spot, still falling

wondering about the lightness of just being 

I smell fragrances of elusive freedom

sunshine, laughter, the little things - I miss 'em

Still falling, i land on the ground, start running 

Standing still at the same spot, not winning

while the world around me keeps shifting

new colors, new shades, new shadows drift in

In the stillness, i wonder if my soul has gotten new wings 

an imperceptible shift, the language of humanity brings 

I wonder if it was all actually quite simple

Was it really just - breathe, gaze, sing and whistle 

Find harmony and music in what is around 

To be one, be one - with the burning air in ghost town 

Touch down, sit down, slow down, shut down

In the sands at the sea - stretch your arms, submit and lie down.