High up

I played my instrument to a crowd of jumbies 

They dance their ways  through the open wind .....lost

Showing their ways of cult.....high

With laughter and chatta thier rhythm tells the truth....in time

Thinking it will never end

Chances are  some may find their Way.....sadden

In silence i watch.....in hope

Knowing that when tomorrow comes 

It will never be the same....

Guidance to all....we will sit in waiting.

Wanting .....so needed