As cold as the sun is hot
My heart feels a lot
And my mind sinks
As high as the sun.
What's in the pot
Ol' wise one?
Give me a lot
Sweet wild child.
Are you willing to drop
A quarter for peace?
What's in the pot
Ol' hobo on the street?
Forget what you've seen
On the TV screen.
Look up to society,
Looking back down at yee.
Ol' smokers of the pipe
Give everything to peace;
While peace gives up on we,
Ol' beggers on the street.
You don't have to give a lot.
As cold as the sun is hot
Care for the wild child, please,
Put something in the pot.
*wrote 12/18/14
©lunarmarie
L