Counting shadows in the sun,   There's enough for everyone.   Here amongst us now and then,   Telling stories with no end.      Many years ago we   Found that light and sound   were ample food.   We forgot about ourselves and   Reconnected me to you.      Now we sit and share our songs,   Balls of light we pass along.   Breathing rhythms through   our minds,   Tiny strands of light that bind.      Many years ago we   Found that light and sound   were ample food.   As we sang we grew   Six billion flowers walking   without roots.      The future myth   Stories of the present when   they're past.   The future myth   Writing isn't reading till it's done.   The future myth   Global views of things we've   missed uh huh.   Like finding scissors,   Right in front of us.