ways of you

depends on me, depends on you

money matters and universe

says what i shall earn

then i point back to a time

when our visions came on a crash course

running to the beach and the sand

sweeps across our feet

and what is the wind beneath us

that makes us step above the grounds

and place foot print on down?

went left,went right

in the center

your brain becomes a weapon

of choice and where it is headed

only last night's sleep will know