My Tom does not have his head in clouds

For him the clouds are already spent

He says we need to cycle this world over

For me but the jets are passing by

Is it a little bit funny?

for we both have same feelings within.

Years of grinding our buck teeth

Nuts have still not cracked full

Deserts have become too hot for night

Mountains perhaps roo high

Isn’t our pace so funny?

For we both have same feelings within…

Our secret wish, we blurted!

To roll over the wheels of time

Moving the bottom to top and top above…

Exploring beyound our eyes everyday

Does it make our journey funny?

For we both have same feelings within…

The teacher this world brings in

Engaging engagesments of life’s fragments

That my Tom really wants to reach

Grab in his kitty forever to keep

But isn’t it really funny?

For we both have same feelings within…

Our paths may roam like mammoths

Incredible as it may all seem

he couldn’t do it, says he

But is it meant to be we?

Now it doesn’t seem so funny

For we both have same feelings within…

Tom is like that bou who cycles away

Wanting us to read about it all

But to write it all is an experience

That is young in itself without fall

For it really is not funny anymore

Since we both have same feelings within…