Waiting is been   Waiting for a word   I Never heard   A word that lie in   between the lines   Of a poem that died   Seconds before it materialized   Like a foreign sound from   An unknown town   -it makes the earth go 'round and   around      A chair in her room was a tower   From where she was watching   She peeled through the window   And spinned   Opened the door, said;   Come inside      Do you see what you like   Do you like what you see   Do you see what you like   Do you like what you see      Come walk with me for a while   My child   There's a word I have heard   And it's deeply absurd   -The rhythm among you and the   rhythm within, have traveled 'long   the same road while you've   wondered where you've been.   The seed of an old star   Is the beat of a new   The stones you choose to turn   Holds the one's the karma about you earn      And if boredom is joy, you're a   Stranger - a toy in   the hands of the few   Of the one's you once knew      If it's all just a game-   Every day remains the same