Miles and miles of ribbony roads…
Are weaving the wonders of my wandering world.
All the waters of the world, canals of change.
The evermoving seas and streams of change.
And those of us who move and see and somehow change.
A Sky that sees a wandering world.
A watchful eye that Sky who sees us passing by, that watchful Sky…
Who sees us always finding something new…
Always finding something strange…
On these miles and miles and miles of ribbony roads.
They are weaving the wonders of my wandering world.
Canals of change.
The evermoving seas and streams of change.
But what of those who do not change?
Those of us who do not move or grow or change?
Then that sad Sky will see a wandering world.
The watchful eye of that sad Sky will see us passing by…
And that sad Sky will wonder…
Why?
And…
When?
And…
Will we ever see?
The wonders!!!
Of our wandering world.