Step back my weary one
Look at what you were and what you've become
Your eyes hang so very heavy
Rest now, for you've today'd all you wanted done

Sleep while you can
Tomorrow is not finished
So make it work

Swirl your oils painter
Prepare your frame and brush
Your vision is still only yours
That only you can feel for touching

Ready all you have
Masterpieces must be finished
So make it work

Still, I feel the blood
as it flows through my veins
And I wonder why it gushes life through my heart
as it pumps thoughts into my brain

And when ever I dream myself beneath
the hungry limbs of sturdy trees
I see no swinging rope
No protest
Nor saddled horses

Only a young boy
I held his hand and said
Make it work child
Make it work

Travel your matter nomad
Manifest what and who can be had
Your compass is lopsided
And your destination is shadowed

Search while you can
Dreams are made for sleeping
So make it wo