PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

Watch for the wind, but it will not be seen. The shadow was cast and it got very cold as the warmth of the sun was consumed by the clouds                                                                              high above the ground. The rivers continued to flow gently towards the seas,                        despite the efforts of the rocks and debris. Does it matter? Watch for the breeze,  but it will not be seen. The shadow was cast   and it got very cold as the warmth of the sun was consumed by the skyscrapers lining the street. The gutters flowed gently towards the drains, despite the efforts of the garbage and litter. Does it matter?

I see a pretty face singing on a yellow microphone And maybe some of these days Am gonna stick a melon up my fork  And pretend it’s my new yellow microphone And sing the song that the pretty face once sung Those honeybee eyes and neon lights A dose of dancing stars and sweet slices People stand in the shady corners Of the road I go round and round They hold my hand and pull me on the sides Some wore horseshoes and purple feathers Broaches and diamonds on the others And they ask me a question Where did you find this yellow microphone? Where did you find this yellow microphone? Sing with me Sing to it I say Sing to my yellow microphone Sing melodies with a mellow tone Sing to my yellow microphone Sing with me a mellow tone My yellow microphone My yellow microphone