Read your book and lose yourself

In another's thoughts.

He might tell you 'bout what is

Or even 'bout what is not.



And if he's kind and gentle too,

And he loves the world a lot,

His twilight words may melt the slush

Of what you have been taught.



You know what you could be.

Tell me my friend,

Why you worry all the time

What you should been.



Listen to the song of life.

Its rainbow's end won't hold you.

Its crimson shapes and purple sounds,

Softly will enfold you.



It gurgles through the timeless glade,

In quartertones of lightning.

No policy is up for sale,

In case the truth be frightening.



You know what you could be.

Tell me my friend,



Why you worry all the time

What you should be.