Counting shadows in the sun,
There's enough for everyone.
Here amongst us now and then,
Telling stories with no end.

Many years ago we
Found that light and sound
were ample food.
We forgot about ourselves and
Reconnected me to you.

Now we sit and share our songs,
Balls of light we pass along.
Breathing rhythms through
our minds,
Tiny strands of light that bind.

Many years ago we
Found that light and sound
were ample food.
As we sang we grew
Six billion flowers walking
without roots.

The future myth
Stories of the present when
they're past.
The future myth
Writing isn't reading till it's done.
The future myth
Global views of things we've
missed uh huh.
Like finding scissors,
Right in front of us.