So goes I

The glow of oranges and fading blue dusk of dawn
The impending sun rises on my back
The smoky haze of the last quarter shines on my left and follows 
As I ride my mechanical steed to Shambhala

A cop car at the corner of Marcy
Emergency blue lights flashing and a steady red light hangs over the intersection,
I gave a good morning to our sleepy peace officer,
And with no other traffic in sight I felt slightly stupid standing there,
And so I asked if I blew through his red light
Was he going to give me hassle?
With laugh and a wave of authority, I was on my way…

When I arrive and begin to hitch my black beauty to my stop sign
Robert steps to me and introduces himself;
With a loaf of bread in one hand, and his other outstretched
I took his empty hand, and shook it, and said good morning…
He then shared the abridged version of his plight,
Offering what food I had, not interested, I then lied to him
And told him I had left all my monies at home…
(I don't believe he believed me)
We exchanged a few more words; I wished him luck with his trials,
(He is currently working with a lawyer)
As he walked on, I turned my back, and unlocked Shambhala’s gate
And continued to move through space with all the grace I’ve been given…