This aisle-like path of golden leaves,
It travels upwards in an arc –
And lead us on to Somewhere Land,
Far from these houses and this park
To carpeting in some great hall
With banquets rich, and candles bright:
Let’s go there now and leave this place,
We’ll be in Somewhere Land tonight
We’ll travel on organic gold,
Arriving as the trumpets blare
In triumph into Somewhere Land –
Come, let’s start now
We’re almost
There
To share is human:
Take me with you…
I get lost easily, so, you would be taking a risk.
Like the blind leading the blind! Lol!