Quiet

I am heading for a time of quiet

When my restlessness is past

And I can lie down on my blanket

And release my fists at last

I am heading for a time of solitude

Of peace without illusions

When the perfect circle marries all

Beginnings and conclusions

And when they say that you’re not good enough

Well the answer is you’re not

But who are they or what is it

That eats at what you’ve got

With the hunger of ambition

For the change inside the purse

They are handcuffs on the soul, my friends

Handcuffs on the soul and worse

And I am heading for a place of quiet

Where the sage and sweet grass grow

By a lake of sacred water

From the mountain’s melted snow