The summer stars while upside down,
A highway –
            A traveler –
                        A sleepy town.
Long distance wishes slip from a sleeve
Being what we are,
            We are what we believe.
The good and the evil 
Of us all
(Spray paint
 “promises”
 on a wall)
We know, We hear,
 And what we say.
The time we grow – the places we stay
(Wanna play?) 
Yesterday;
A shooting star – A passing car
how I wondered who you are.
We can follow or we can lead –
            We can both be what we need
  To be
                          And be heard.
A passing thought – the given word
Or a sunny path with breeze filled leaves
To dream with one who also believes
In what we do,
            And what we are –
                        All but riding –
This crazy star.