1. Flowing through this stream

Sweet lady, there is no more you. Where are you riding to? Down what streets you used. Trying to remember the smoke filled memories we once shared in the heaven of a life that was never there.
Aeolian cracked smiles and Lydians laughs.

2. And as we all follow different rules of segregation. The advertisers bold typeface, skyscrapers scream. The people shout at the man clad in red.

3. I don't believe you.

4. Galileo Road
The boy and his horse strode into the light
made a turn into a long road.
A fat German screamed to get out, "here you don't belong."
and in the left side of the road a long haired lady
shouted, go, a step further from the gentle horse
a beggar pleaded for bread that talks salvation.
Not so soon after a tall man whispered loudly
his secrets
And large crowds gather round giving out all sorts of leaflets.
The signs and billboards promise nothing and all
Small Napoleons take over playgrounds and malls.
Behind a poet stares at tulips in search of a little rain
From a window sill a heart broken girl cries
mothers baking the husbands pie
The Robinson's, the loud neighbors, they were always in sex
On top of a oak tree, Philosophers croaked
Laying on the trunk, Bob sings for time and space.
But no one is really listening, just the the horse and an old maid.
"Them" no one has ever seen them for sure they say. Might live on a
mansion at the end of the road.
For a little while they were just sounds around Galileo Road.
A policeman writes blank notes to his wife the Spanish teacher.
Pungent scents from the Alchemist cove
her chemicals were intoxicating
Twisted and orange, so is the lore of numbers
Recycling men for a midsummer's night photograph
Diangelo works out a problem 5 doors down
Turning rings into truths
Isolated, a thinker may want to get out more
And not faw away theyre building a monument with a seal The Man slams its crooked doors
Soon the good horse wears on its old hoofs down Galileo Road
And just a little more a question mark looks at the people
and recite words
Some listen, some go back home, the question mark says there is a buffet down ole Galileo Road.
It's up to you to take it.
Charlie steals a load, while John eats some cake
Slowly building tracks to the pot
of gold. A local looser denies a plate
They all shout you are a fake!
The clean, loose smiles go
Once peace was disturbed at Galileo ROad.
Selinda walks into the sunlight of a main room
While romeo sings at the piano an ancient tune
She bites her lips and takes tea to the table
A sensitive knight sent her an invitation to a ball
Paces, steps, steps, 5's 3's and 9's
then there is no more light
Just a no Exit sign.