No Rides For Free...

There are no rides for free
We flock to the one
Who’s known for the best deal.
One day we have the sun
Most days we don’t…
We whine we whimper
We dance to the faintest of tunes
Oblivious to the distant storm.

We dream a dream
Of what seems real
And what it is not…
We sing of yellow flowers
Of lovely maidens
Living in a far away land…
We weave our story
Around what exists not.

We thrive. We breathe.
We live: for that’s what
We're here for.
We hum. We plead.
We praise our savior
In our times of need.
This is our paradise.
Or is this our life?

We care not if it’s indigo
Or the mushy lilac hue.
We care not if its day
Or a dark magical mystic night.
We ho-hum all the way
Not halt for a moment to ask
Is that where we’re headed to…
Or is this where we belong?