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 work