A Young Plea

Calling all the people!
Calling all the trees!
Smoking on Johnny's pipe,
watch me fall down to my knees.

Calling all conflicted!
Calling all bloody thieves
Swimming in a lake of fire
and burning endlessly.

Searching beyond sound,
searching beyond mind,
searching for something
uniquely undefined

Calling all the people!
Calling all the trees!
Smoking on Johnny's pipe,
watch me fall down to my knees.


~ Jessica M. Wilson, 1995