Oh I'm on my way, I know I am
Somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now
I feel the power growing in my hair

Sitting on my own, not by myself
Everybody's here with me
I don't need to touch your face to know
And I don't need to use my eyes to see

I keep on wondering if I sleep too long
Will I always wake up the same or so?
I keep on wondering if I sleep too long
Will I even wake up again or something?

Oh I'm on my way, I know I am
But times there were when thought not
Bleeding half my soul in bad company
I thank the moon I had the strength to stop

I'm not making love to anyone's wishes
Only for that guide I see
'Cause when I'm dead and lowered low in my grave
That's gonna be the only thing that's left of me

And if I make it to the waterside
Will I even find me a boat or so?
And I if I make it to the waterside
I'll be sure to write you note or something

Oh I'm on my way, I know I am
Somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now 

I feel the power growing in my hair

Oh life is like a maze of doors 
And they all open from the side you're on
Just keep on pushing hard boy, try as you may
You're going to wind up where you started from
You're going to wind up where you started from

 

 

there's a new fellow at open produce who played this song when i went in for a banana and a pizza bread. he wasn't born when it was written but he knows this morning was a cat stevens morning, and we both said as they all are. kindred spirits can be any age or species. we always recognize them instantly. 

i can't possibly say all this song evokes in me. a song is a conveyance of the soul, and from soul to soul. it was written in 1972 and has been playing ever since. 

 

joy came this morning. there is sorrow in the world, but we won't let haters stop us. haters have been with us for a long time and have never succeeded. i could live without hate but i have to live with it. if we can live with hate without hate we can live with love. we can try.

i see grim closed faces, and i can understand- we are in a culture of hate and destruction, but how sad to hate in this world, to feed that grim reaping machine. yet other faces are open and radiant as flowers, and i can understand them better.