#12 – An isolated toke

24/11/2021

Can we be alone once again
And learn in solitude
Will you call me an old friend
And look back in gratitude

Imagine you were a master carver
Trying to find life in dead oak
Or perhaps you were with friends in the forest
Finding god behind the toke

I don’t want to go to outer space
If it means we’ll be reckless over here
I can’t think of a better place
Than wherever you’ll be near

Will we grow in grace
And laugh at our youthful foolery
Nothing but peace on our minds
With our hearts light and merry