A Sidewalk Holds The Heat
A search for hidden meaningCould end on any street
A dog will walk
A sun will shine
A sidewalk holds the heat In the spring we put our books away
Our minds relax their stare
The moment I release my life
I find it everywhere A forest of complications
A jungle of strange beliefs
I have followed the schemes of a million dreams
But none brought me relief Now a tree is a tree
A car is a car
I live in space and time
Through eyes that cease their frantic search
The mundane is divine
