I am not running hard after some big hairy goal
But to learn one new secret as every day goes
My music is not about fusion, heavy metal & trance
Simple half-forgotten melodies is what I romance
I refuse to be dazzled by noise, neons and city sights
Leave me with my silence, stars, their flickering light
My money will not be spent for best address in town
But for a forlorn beach house with two beers down!
I refuse to wash my sins in the river –fabled and holy
Wild joyful streams soothe me, abstruse and lowly
My voyage will not end in a massive palatial resort
Small quaint village hamlet will be my lovely host
My memory will not be a statue sculpted in stone
But will bloom like a lotus in some pond unknown
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