Cellar Door

Cellar Door

Open up the cellar door
There is something down there
That is not well
It is dry and thirsty
The well has run dry

There are roots in the cellar
I guess that is why they call it
A root cellar.
Maybe so but I don't know
I just no what I sea

All the roots go to one big tree
They say we all live there
In that big old tree
Do not know about that either

The tree has a lot of Rot in it
It needs a tree surgeon
To cut out the Rot
Nobody likes rotten trees

Grow your own branches
To leave or not to leave
Twigs are just little branches
Five will get you fifteen

Two heads are better than none
Some heads are here but
There is nothing in them
Air is where it's at

The strange fruit never falls
Far from the tree
The cellar is not the seller
It is a prison of souls

One day the Man will come
He will set us all free
He will let us go home
Home where our hearts are

The time is not now yet
But it is not far away
Just a puff of smoke from a big peace pipe
Time is on the road again
And eternity is just down the road a piece

I'll have a little eternity please
Don't tell me you are all sold out
Don't lie to me
I'm too sensitive for disappointment

I have a need to believe
In things I can't conceive
We can all join in
Make it a sing-a-long

Or maybe just wander away into
Other Universes
And multitudinous places to be
Besides here

Well, I guess it's neither here nor there
Because we're everywhere all the time
And time is on our side
Temporarily

Is it time to go now?
Are we there yet?

Wake me up when it's over...

© Aug. 29, 2011