whose left?

went to the picnic and mind told me

that rain would pour on a uncovered head of hair

was i not alone today when my mind travled into

a zone where time was always dancing with the sun

memorys of playing in a field of no buildings

send through me and I still ain't made a path

back because a journey is only as good

as minutes that expand on a good thought

i was never fond of applause when hands

were better used for helping other souls

now all is complete and all feel a satisfaction

of inner reward