I'm down to Earth
Down on the ground
I walk around
Round and round

I'm onto bevel
I found my pound
I knocked him down
I stole his wallet

Wisdom is not
Its name
It is what you chose
To call it

It appears
If you are sane
It dissapears
With the morning

So feel the sun
Upon your arms
The silent rise
The endless calm

Don't be alarmed
Don't be afraid
This is not death
This is just - a day

Poetry by Me