Meditation
I meditate to clear my mind
I meditate real slow
I meditate to contemplate
On all the things I know
Would meditate let me mediate
Between my mind and soul
Can I meditate until I see
The day that I am old
Wrinkles on my face appear
Like trenches that are ploughed
Scorching sun has dried my skin
My life has passed somehow
A day once happened I was born
And dreams began to flow
I thought that time would never stop
An endless TV show
I meditate and contemplate
I feel my world within
I see my sorrow and my joy
And new dreams to begin
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2011
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