One Fine Day

by the skin of our teeth we'll be miles ahead 
to sleep on the ground of the newborn dead 
and the moon will fly way way over our heads 
to reflect the sunbeams to our humble beds 
running through the wood chasing nymphs 
in the forest of the pixie queen 
when questions arise ask the wisp 
because it knows everything 
then settle down in the silent fields 
to the musical marvel of the juggers guild 
and pray it will all end someday 
life is the seam that binds us to the dream
life glides right in between 
and next to the dream the end is so clean 
dirty as it may be 
so slide on down to the willow tree 
and meditate the comprehension of eternity 
and pray we will all be answered someday
pray the prayer we will all be there someday 
pray the prayer this will all end someday