No Banner but the Sky

The stars are all out and so is the moon

As a warm gentle wind breezes in June

I look at the sky and wonder aloud

What have I done that can be thought of as proud?

I dream of a place I may never see

And hope for a person I may never be

I know I am special but what have I done

In all of my quests really none have I won

I dream with the best as I gaze at the sky

The moon and the stars and the planets up high

The sky that I see has been there for ages

And still holds the keys to all dreamers cages

My thoughts are my own as original as any

But what good are they when I’m still searching and empty

Grow up, be industrious, and make a success of yourself

Follow the crowd stay in step, chase power and wealth

From our earliest ages were pushed to be first

Being caught in the crowd is really a curse

We rush through our lives to be tired and unhealthy

And we haven’t succeeded if we’re not sun tan and wealthy

There has to be more than this day to day grind

I have to find the answer before I run out of time

They are the same stars that Emerson dreamed under

They are the same stars that caused Plato to wonder

The stars are all out and so is the moon

As a warm gentle wind breezes in June

I look at the sky and wonder aloud

What have I done that can be thought of as proud?