four of them

Butterflies

I

The circus is returning to Turkmenistan
I would like to go and see it as soon as I can
The circus is allowed now but a travel ban?
The circus and I will return with a travel plan

II

How do you know
Or
Where do you go
For
Enlightenment?

So few today
Can
Take time to pray:
Man
Needs nourishment

III

If we are the only
Ones here
Then why
Should we be made lonely
By fear
Of high
Delight?

I would like to unite
With you
To try and find the light
Of true
Human propinquity

Please could you come with me?

IV

The rain has washed us (hobos) in from out
The poor of us are fat the rich are thin
But I am poor and thin so what about
This life we start to end when we begin?

Born upside down we always stay that way
The same
So drop a piece of gold in my tin cup

This has been such a lovely night today
I came
All this way down here just to get washed up

+Steven Curtis Lance



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