You Know What You Could Be

Read your book and lose yourself

In another's thoughts

He might tell you 'bout what is

Or even 'bout what is not

And if he's kind and gentle too

And he loves the world a lot

His twilight words may melt the slush

Of what you have been taught

You know what you could be

Tell me, my friend

Why you worry all the time?

What you should been?

Listen to the song of life

Its rainbow's end won't hold you

Its crimson shapes and purple sounds

Softly will enfold you

It gurgles through the timeless glade

In quarter tones of lightning

No policy is up for sale

In case the truth be frightening

You know what you could be

Tell me, my friend

Why you worry all the time?

What you should be?