RMC

Not but a butt I don’t care
is a thing to have but age
takes away the grave,
fades in grass to assuage.

Take advantage say ways
you feel it real okay
I think of my selfish days
all my own silly plays.

In my head in bed of
fear of grand design I’d find
in circles clouds divine
in the mountains combined.

Turn around and glitter
on your hair from the dew,
the morning grass is due
a glance from an eye from you.

The sun in yellow
and the heart sometimes yellow,
makes a tune for me
something fun and mellow.

I thought the same in
my dreams I dreamed a dream
of beautiful land alone
in a beautiful stream.

Making the morning calm,
I fear not a damned soul.
Here in the beyond
I see my power is control.