Can I stand still, close my eyes And pretend the incessant speech Is the sweetest lullaby And the oppressing crowd With their jostling Is the rocking of the chair? Let me close my eyes And dream. Dream of lying on the sky Looking up at the pastures As dandelion puffs swim by. Let the dandelions Be the wishes that they are And let them settle As wreaths in my hair, The crown of the sky, Rule...
Once, I sat on the branch Of an apple tree And jostled one loose. Watched it fall And hit some head. Watched the guy rub his sore As he looked up at me A flower among leaves, Gleaming with the dew of The rising day. And that was the day I helped Newton Make the laws of motion.
I think If I took Everything With a grain of salt The sea would be fresh.