Million Billion Trillion

Did we put adventure into a box
And buy a plan ticket
To all we think we do not know
Away from all we think we do know

In figuring all the big wide world out
Did we step over
This one

Do we only listen to the sweet voice of the morning
When it is coming over a distant sea
Did we miss the begging
Of this little tide
Drinking at our feet?

Have I an open mind
If i ever think i know exactly
What the untamed road is supposed to look like

When I recognize the off beat path as something out of an old dream
And not even notice dogwood park gets wilder every spring.
or
Have a I just a closed up mind in an opened up box and a piece of paper in my hand?

dare I venture into these inglorious days and find a story worth bragging about, a little crack in the door letting common light shine on a old piece of glass,

(because you dont have to have a Bintang singlet to prove you go places and see things like I do every second of everyday)