No Banner But The Sky

Wonder Filled Youth

The stars are all out and so is the moon
as a warm gentle wind breezes in June
I look at the sky and wonder aloud
what have I done that can be thought of as proud?

I dream with the best as I gaze at the sky
the moon and the stars and the planets up high
the sky that I see has been there for ages
and still holds the key to all dreamers’ cages

My thoughts are my own as original as any
but what good are they when I’m still searching and empty
grow up, be industrious, make a success of yourself
Follow the crowd, stay in step, chase power and wealth

From our earliest ages were pushed to be first
being caught in the crowd is really a curse
we rush through our lives to be tired and unhealthy
and we haven’t succeeded if we’re not sun tan and wealthy

There has to be more than this day to day grind
we have to find our answers before we run out of time
they are the same stars that Emerson dreamed under
They are the same stars that caused Plato to wonder

I look at the sky and wonder aloud; my life is just fine I have cause to be proud