Look to the sky Eagles fly (and die) Brown mountains shelter the young with painted stories Within the strong caves of civilization While we live and get higher As we stroll by the sky
Strange voices Painted faces Wandering, Finding Unseen places All people Different kind Doors ajar Opened minds Magic Black Music red Something I lack Inside my head Who are we?
Now is the time But what time is left? He watched the screen Finding nothing but himself These were pictures And pictures only He left for Mexico to me a friend