Oh stop the world for one brief moment
       to help me find myself,
For time's fast feet helps set my pace
       and blurs just what I think.

Man's main purpose here on earth
       has passed too fast to grasp,
And all the pleasures I hope to gain
       just somehow do not last.

Days streak by and then the months
       and soon it is a year,
And days long waited just seemed to be
       tomorrow's constant friend.

So let it stop and I can taste
       the pleasures I have missed
For in that moment lies peace of mind
      which would brighten years to come.

And in that moment I could stop
       and redirect my paths;
To breath success and happiness
       and see just where I am at.

I'd find God's beauties on the earth
       that long before was haze.
Run up a lustrous mountainside
       and drink in a glistening stream,

With all the pressures off my mind
       and silence all around.
I would cherish in my soul, heart and mind
       that moment, that was once a dream.

Shift in the wind,
A setback in time,
From banana-orange to lemon-lime,
From lose to find.

The gray to green of winter-spring
Has its own pain--
The April rain.
If meadow larks can whistle, I can sing.

       On this day, the completion of my eighteenth revolution about
the sun, I vow to write down my thoughts and plead my case to the
coming generations of man.
       On this same day, a few hours from completing my eighteenth
revolution about the sun, I have only three wishes that I request
from my fellow kind.
       The first wish that I ask for on this day, the completion of
my eighteenth revolution about the sun is that henceforth no man
should bother me with trivial things when I'm contemplating the
void of space, time and thought.
       The second wish I ask for on this day, the completion of my
eighteenth revolution about the sun is that all men of worth and
knowledge should sit and chat with me till I learn all each has
to offer in lighting the way of my quest.
       The third and last wish I ask for on this day, the completion
of my eighteenth revolution about the sun is that all men
who can hear my voice should heed my words of counsel and warning
for I have spent my lifetime contemplating the unthoughtful, timeless,
infinity of things under the guise of one's own boundless
soul.
       And so I complete my eighteenth revolution about the sun.

Bobby and Susie and Billy and Anne
Ran down to the beach to play in the sand,
But upon arriving at their place of fun
They found it covered with an oily scum.

So they turned and ran to play in the park,
But the sky over there was gray and dark
For a nearby factory was pouring out smoke
Covering all with its dead gray cloak.

Wanting to play where 'twas fresh and clear
They galloped down to a nearby stream,
But they noticed just before jumping in
That the once clear stream held a reddish din.

With heads down and shuffling feet
They wandered home in the late day heat.
They would never experience the kinds of joys
That their parents did as girls and boys.