The Water of Yosemite

Not everything is as you see
There’s nothing you know to truly be
Trust only that nothing is what you believe

Let it drive you mad or let it set you free
That sly feel that the only truth is me

In my play land, galloping along the boarder of Kentucky.
I remind myself how I am to be so lucky.

In this moment the water of Yosemite falls still flows
And sand atop the Great Sand Dunes still blows.
I feel myself carried along as the wind goes,
All in this everlasting moment that no one but me knows.