Creation's Daughter

Stoned on a stone on this Rocky River

So lost in thought of the things I remember

One of them is your pretty face

Another is the things it would say

Things like

All of these pivotal all these prophets

They are the change and the change in your pockets

Always pushing for the moment

That you lose control and you just flow with it

I have seen faces gathering in the desert

Not to find god or to find the answer

Just to be a part of the possibilities

Of thousands of bodies creating energy

Out here there is certainly alien activity

But where is here are we separate from reality

Maybe we’ve landed on the moon

Hope I don’t have to leave anytime soon

Follow the rooster to the mouth of the portal

I am an ox and I am tired of these mortals

Cleansing in the coastal waters

I fell in love with the daughter of creation

And how I lost is another story to tell

I worked those hills in the wild Wild West

And there I found gold and knowledge and respect

None of this will bring you back

It’s wonder I must expect that