sounds of water drops
one's ear as if you can only hear
some tales of life stories of workers passing by
whispers and shadows of people creeping up from the past
come back to sweetly haunt you in the morning light as the sun is about to rise
spring in the morning
wake up in the morning
with dead souls and living souls
of what is old is new
and what is already new
is stale and now old
uptown, downtown, east side and west side
my mind and body are altogether combined after i'm aware
that i've traveled my life and outside my home
constantly loving and listening to old stories, along with new
i strive to become the spirituality of my home
the season and rain move me to become all in one
learn from fables and mysteries
studying the readings in the bible
of everyday love and hate
inhale
exhale towards
uptown and downtown
people sit crossed-legged and become masters
of the Morpheus dream world
and telling the true from the untrue
i sit across in the middle of it all
nearby the rapture of pleasure