I-‘m Not Anchored Very Well On Mother Earth,
From Red To The Solar Plexus, Though I-‘m Filled
With Love, It-‘s Mostly Theories And Things, Books
I Can Open And Close, People I Cannot
I Love Communication And Third-Eye Mysteries,
But All Alone In My Head – Spiritual Indigo Not
Penetrating Me, I-‘m As Closed Off And Limited
As I-‘ve Ever Been, My Life Held Together
By Hope Only, I Trust In Things I Cannot See, Believe
In Ideas With No Equivalent In Sensory Reality, My
Life Follows A Single Trend: Moving From Magic To
Mystery In A Dream, Without A Shred Of Evidence
But I Never Give Up Hope, Hope Shining In Silver
And Gold Against A Dew-Fresh Background,
I Keep Following The Star Of Ideals