As my soul starts to speak
All reality loses grasp
Within a thought-filled leak
Wonder what's bigger; what's taller?
How'd the grass become green?
And when did we start calling nature-Mother
Ruler of all things flawed and keen?
Tell me how to draw with the stars
Creating a vision of connect-the-dots
Your constellation amidst venus and mars
Could take on earth and the sun with two shots
Wonder what's there when nothing is
What's the prescence all around
When there is nothing else to dismiss?
IF we could see it, what would be found?
Upon a weary day-dream, I smile
For the mystery is what keeps me alive.