still,  I can’t find my way home,

feeling at times,  like a space cowboy,

feet on the ground,  eight miles high,

wandering,  dazed and confused,

wondering,  if I’ve really ever been experienced,

trying to decide if I should turn,  turn,  turn,

a thousand million questions,

one long and winding road,

one neverending déjà vu,

but I know I can’t do it,

without a little help from my friends,

holding on,  to every little piece of my heart,

and all I can do,  is imagine,

and teach my children well,

and,  one day,

maybe I’ll go,

and ask Alice,

and just maybe,

      She’ll light My Fire . . .

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(  when I’m standing  )

Along The WatchTowers

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The First DoveTale – The Rhythm of Life