last out of a dream.

why don't we shine our eyes in the sunlight
play dream games for glints of other worlds
lean to absorb those warm and healing rays
why don't we question nothing till the end of days

I feel relaxed and good at this minute of the day
for this moment I'm okay, no could, no would, or should
just to shoulder pain and walk on, feel motion everywhere
in another garden in another playground you are here

maybe in this way we can be together
in some higher sense than our laughing and fighting
as you get older the hills start rising, and the wind
threatens to blow you backwards if your heart is crying.