Once when I was nomadic
With drifting free forever
Resisted to be the more dramatic
Thinking the speed of the weather
But now Ol’ Sol he did sat
To count a thousand dreams
Adrift in a world gone flat
Reverberating on surging streams
Where I came from it was hypnotized
It was all rather camouflaged
Suddenly it was
Sort of liberalized
Then there were the sabotaged
In liquid, languid luxury gardens
You may hear my prayer
Allow me a thousand pardons
For I truly was not there
Cruise all of the mighty seas
Riding on the rising tide
Swarming like hornets and bees
In pathways that we ride
Protected by colors glorious
And all as it would seem
It’s all somewhat notorious
Balanced like on a beam
With a nod to the infamous past
A wink to the future unknown
And praise to the very last
Just call me on my flip phone