ask you only with a dime in hand
could you play for me hopeful melody
that sort we might recall is memory
sweep the mind in nostalgic tones we land
While watch personality wreak havoc
might soulful dreams explode – become one
to canvas territories when felt undone,
we climb outside a valley, peak the arctic
winds of certain fury, the cutting sheet
of glacial ice will envelop hope and dream
unless speak we might not be what seem
inconsequential beyond our own defeat.
For in the winds of change we will release
our selfish desire, to allow inherent peace.