Journeys (I)

Journeys (I): 

Here's a cavalcade of staid

Laid back harried 

Swooping swerving herds

Buffalish Kahnian marsupial guides

Over hills and dales 

In flowing rivers of beasts 

There's an easy lift that exists

To permit a select few a view

Of their own troublesome slew

An escalator that climbs higher 

Placed strange to live in this

There's a bright white light 

That fights with night in the sky 

And the star that glows 

Also charrs your bare arms

The red earth and the rocky expanse

Have no care of what lingers here

Slather your self with soothing balm 

That keeps you safe from harm 

As the circling birds 

Call down to you with words 

That you can't understand