Tribal

A lot of my friends are either hippies or something like it, people who go barefoot and play drums and smoke weed and have no compulsion about hitchhiking across the entire country. This is how I feel about them.

They move
Organically
Cells sparking
Something
Ancient
Primal
Drums pounding
Nature's language
Puts
The
City
In the background
The dinner we share
Could have come from a hearth
And
So
Reacting
We're all one with the Earth
This communion as old as time
We
All
Die
But mankind lives forever
Our anscestor's eyes
attending each ritual
Perpetual