hippie
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When I tell my friends
my girlfriend and I are moving in together
only three months into our relationship,
they start telling me
God has answered. Or has he left more mysteries for me to solve. A faith designed for structure. But it’s a name that doesn’t fit, because I don’t believe he exists.
An unplanned gathering,
Turned into a landmark event.
Ocean waves become steady heartbeats.
Lost in the land of backpacks, bullying, and excuses
I just can't take it any more, I'm a complex thinker in a simple, close-minded land
The bland robots walk around with the same daily routine
Sitting on a bench smoking a doooooooooooobie,
watching all the hippies walk through the cityy,
Down the road and across the tracks,
Look on up and holla back,
Hey imagine that,
Jack.
Forever crow another one
Chips and chirps of unseen ones
The voices I once heard begin to fade
As the voices die down
Mother nature begins to speak
Her whispering soul flows through the trees
Dreadlocks dangling down my bare, pale backMy eyes are the colour red like a sunset in summerA quick brush of wind converses with my skirtFeeling the rain start to f
I would comb the beaches
of garbage--sca-tter--ed trash,
collect the refuse like we once collected seashells
as the waves crash.
And scrub off the chemicals
Clear your mind.
Open your heart.
Let your soul loose.
Breathe in, breathe out.
You are here. You are present.
You've never been more alive than now.
You are here. You are present.
Call me a hippie
Call me a raggamuffin
Call me a bum
Call me a tree hugger
Call me a drifter
But never call me, me?
Ok.
I'll call you a human
Call you a friend
Call you a sister,
Gather flowersSo does this generationThroughout the decade and moreWithin the overwhelmed nationThose whom adoreColors spinning-They thread it through their hairSome singing-
