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 . . .
i
( when I’m standing )
Along The WatchTowers
from Book I, The Ring ( First Light ) The First DoveTale – The Rhythm of Life
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