was I lucky to learn so young that life has just begun
each page a new way, written fresh every day and pages of decay from past are still in play
what gold fortunes did tell and oh how it worked so well
as I walk alone by the cast of the stone, of a black leather throne
stoned and cold, that black muddy river rolled
but rainbow ways unfold, without the ego of a spirit sold
small cracks in the dark cloud arise , asking what now love surprise
sorrow will never fade , finding beauty in nature shade , love is all and music my blade, as I navigate the bed that is made
in all ways knowing time is now and on these wings I plow
will to get by , will to survive , as all our beauty will collide,
and the bridge will remain through this old cold Colorado rain
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