By Phil Young Copyright 2008 Sovereign Books Limited

As the light fades on the distant shore

I wonder what life is for

As soon as the wine’s gone down

We live our Canaanite Blues

You live your life as you choose

It’s a matter of your attitude



It can be lonely in this private

Time and space

It has taken us all a lifetime

Just to reach this place



People are still searching for something

In New York city or Jerusalem

As if the streets of any city

Could be covered with gold



If you are blind and agnostic

The doctor gave you a diagnosis

Ok so you need a gnosis

An inner revelation

Try to make the most of it



What is your time and space

What are your hopes today

Your life takes a lifetime

To reach another creation



All people search for something

Some like sexuality

Others like reality

In search of paradise



Paradise Paradise

Is this what we crave for

The road is wide

But not the door



History is full of genocides

Humanity is a soul in misery

We’re always grieving for the dying

Nobody in the village can stop crying



If you live again

What would you sooner be

A butterfly or a lion or a tree

Or would you rather

Be able to see



If you sit there fat like a cat

Waiting to be fed

You had better try and catch

Your own meat instead



There’s a bridge to cross to safety

Just like a Hollywood movie

I know you think I’m crazy

But I’m pointing right behind you



Life doesn’t last forever

It can blow out like a flame

When you talk about the end of the world

It doesn’t have to be your doomsday



What kind of quiet rhyme

Would you like to hear me say

Which side of your personality

Do I speak to today



Do I tease you along the way

Or show you fraud and counterfeit

I hope there will be defeat

These sophistications are full of intrigue

For things aren’t quite what they seem

Paintings