Things keep going round and round,
The new is really the old!
The old becomes the new way!
And so, it goes.
“Rember”! That is what we must all do,
To forget our past, we crush the future before it reaches us.
Roots are what keeps all things anchored.
That is always why I keep my memories, close to me.
God is a woman, a mother giving birth for all eternity.
The lights keep coming on,
Science on steroids things are speeding up,
What a blast!
Are we here again, were the past repeats itself?
Round and round we go,
Can it be? nothing can ever be new for eternity?
Will “ A I “ be the saviour?
Lift us out of the stagnation of history?
Or dig the hole even deeper?
These are the things, we do not know,
What I hope is that the old hippy way will come to pass.
Piece brother piece,
“J C” were the hell are you?
